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Oct 2013
Slowly, the inner castle
is being swallowed whole
by the sea inside

While I stand on the roof
contemplating the millions
of little diamonds,
strewn on the greedy waves.

I am waiting.
To be submerged in turn by a torrent
suddenly and softly.

Inside the waves, I find
I do not struggle
as wildly
I do not suffocate
as blindly
As i do upon hallowed ground.

On the black shores within,
I pick up prickly conches to my ear.
Only shrieks and silence and
the fervent breath of hunger
are to be heard.

But the eager, tell-tale whisper
of the unforgivable One
calls me back once more,
and beckons me to deeper places.
Written by
Nehan
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