all that is the sea
in
one
full
wave:
the fritter of each line
reaching for shores,
the multitude of eyes
in in phosphorescenr sand:
memory etched
in flumine! erased by
the arrival of blue hands
rinsing all, leaving foam
of passing tides already
full with derelicts.
sibilance of breath speaking
its origin and now
i swim past all ruins,
moss, seaweed, crush of
light and opaque contest,
lifting with the voyage
of a ripple, and back to
your breast,
i dream of fish!
Sep 21, 2015
Sep 21, 2015 at 3:52 AM UTC
all that is the sea
in
one
full
wave:
the fritter of each line
reaching for shores,
the multitude of eyes
in in phosphorescenr sand:
memory etched
in flumine! erased by
the arrival of blue hands
rinsing all, leaving foam
of passing tides already
full with derelicts.
sibilance of breath speaking
its origin and now
i swim past all ruins,
moss, seaweed, crush of
light and opaque contest,
lifting with the voyage
of a ripple, and back to
your breast,
i dream of fish!
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