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In from the mist of our material plain Out far in the East lay a trail by the sea Dotted with wells and the sounds of quails Crusted jets of shined Earthen fits Rubbed down from its shear as a mountain Played out by the watery, rusted brass section The Cliffs rise and fall on the water And the Cliffs sit and wait on the water Slowly lowing pours of passes, Brooks and weathered ravines showing Tracing inwards, out to pasture Winds the coastline to these towers Birds of Dover hover, soundless Mixing air gusts line the pipers Where Cliffs rise and fall on the water And the Cliffs right down to the bottom So may a beetle missing wing Come eventually reach the sea Gull by way or ever scaling Geologic clock come sailing Scoring drums the cheer of tides Into when years are fossilized As Cliffs rise and fall on the water So Cliffs sit and be on the water And all that stone bore out of time, styled Dark and plinthed come moored day round Ornate platters, restful gravel, Granite or a painting gathers Art and sky are matched as one, within Centered over sunset blazing on And the Cliffs rise and fall on the water And the Cliffs soar beauty mined on the shores
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Oct 14, 2018
Oct 14, 2018 at 5:01 PM UTC
Cliffs of the East
In from the mist of our material plain Out far in the East lay a trail by the sea Dotted with wells and the sounds of quails Crusted jets of shined Earthen fits Rubbed down from its shear as a mountain Played out by the watery, rusted brass section The Cliffs rise and fall on the water And the Cliffs sit and wait on the water Slowly lowing pours of passes, Brooks and weathered ravines showing Tracing inwards, out to pasture Winds the coastline to these towers Birds of Dover hover, soundless Mixing air gusts line the pipers Where Cliffs rise and fall on the water And the Cliffs right down to the bottom So may a beetle missing wing Come eventually reach the sea Gull by way or ever scaling Geologic clock come sailing Scoring drums the cheer of tides Into when years are fossilized As Cliffs rise and fall on the water So Cliffs sit and be on the water And all that stone bore out of time, styled Dark and plinthed come moored day round Ornate platters, restful gravel, Granite or a painting gathers Art and sky are matched as one, within Centered over sunset blazing on And the Cliffs rise and fall on the water And the Cliffs soar beauty mined on the shores
Finished October 14, 2018
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Oct 14, 2018
Oct 14, 2018 at 5:01 PM UTC
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