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Jan 2012
what like eternal do returning oceans
feathered slightly
whitely capped
by lashes great
like eternal final hands
seas unbroken
outward sprawling

i

come again tonight
big waters
i come to thee
o
   ye
        of effortless forever
        you shake and toil
        endlessly hands
        you drink me
        finite infinitely
        into your inky
        scrape on the
        horizon winks
        the dapper twinkles
        of red and green
        lights little buoys
        bobbing lights
        little winking
        twinklers seize
        me in eternal
        hands returning
        fingers about me
        hands eternal
        (i stand upon
         your breadths and upon them i'm an immutable dying sting)
PK Wakefield
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