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May 4

( The sea is emotion incarnate. It loves, hates, and weeps. It defies all attempts to capture it with words and rejects all shackles. No matter what you say about it, there is always that which you can't.)   -  Christopher Paolini

there sits the sea
as impassive as history
drawing the line at an horizon

a red motorboat
cuts like a tailor's scissors
the blue silk of its waters

there sits the sea
as implacable as history
doling out the present moment

time is a thing
that makes the seagulls laugh
a human illusion

there sits the sea
tamed to a postcard
nobody knows  what it is thinking
Donall Dempsey
Written by
Donall Dempsey  Guildford
   Adaley June
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