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i half-hexagonal shape of collected stones walling the shore flapless flight, a white-belied eagle spread against hill   brass lock gate, a dark morning to high tide din gulls fish diving arrows at twilight, star-mobbed night ii waves swish above, whip us a few feet, push, crash, beat perched on a rock, soft airborne feet part water again an early morning climb up a cliff, as far as eyes can see, the endless hazy ruptures of sea iii little fire with wet matchsticks, coconut husk, scrap wood, twigs, winter grass residue a confetti of tales at tea, she, he, me quieter in our rooms at dusk, again adrift iv I sum up my habits, their relentless obstinate shore lash, wasted years here, once aside from the crowd consider my islands, my inner seas v   how demonic to confront oneself, for once, let it be, a calmness settles like residue, and though youth fades every moment, I may yet foray again, again to meet myself on a salt breeze morn, the tide, the beach
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May 14, 2016
May 14, 2016 at 2:25 PM UTC
three beach days
i half-hexagonal shape of collected stones walling the shore flapless flight, a white-belied eagle spread against hill   brass lock gate, a dark morning to high tide din gulls fish diving arrows at twilight, star-mobbed night ii waves swish above, whip us a few feet, push, crash, beat perched on a rock, soft airborne feet part water again an early morning climb up a cliff, as far as eyes can see, the endless hazy ruptures of sea iii little fire with wet matchsticks, coconut husk, scrap wood, twigs, winter grass residue a confetti of tales at tea, she, he, me quieter in our rooms at dusk, again adrift iv I sum up my habits, their relentless obstinate shore lash, wasted years here, once aside from the crowd consider my islands, my inner seas v   how demonic to confront oneself, for once, let it be, a calmness settles like residue, and though youth fades every moment, I may yet foray again, again to meet myself on a salt breeze morn, the tide, the beach
#reflection#sea#introspection#fish#tide#youth#travel#beach
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May 14, 2016
May 14, 2016 at 2:25 PM UTC
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