_Each day is broken
At the zero hour,
Splintering like a derelict,
On the craggy shoreline of the morn;
Flotsam abandoned,
To the oceans of yesterday,
The beach combed for treasure,
To keep for tomorrow._
Sep 22, 2019
Sep 22, 2019 at 3:55 PM UTC
_Each day is broken
At the zero hour,
Splintering like a derelict,
On the craggy shoreline of the morn;
Flotsam abandoned,
To the oceans of yesterday,
The beach combed for treasure,
To keep for tomorrow._
When you find yourself googling ‘marine+law+salvage’ it’s time to stop poeming for the day. Have obviously been watching too much Poldark!
‘Every day we reconstruct our lives out of the salvage of our yesterdays.’
- James Sallis, Death Will Have Your Eyes
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