Seas enraged, that once derailed - a pursuit of truth. In extremis
The warmth ushers footprints on, further ahead,
A foxtrotting myna hectors.
A seat atop a mound of grass, staring out, a channel churns below - out of place. Time.
The chest winces, it encases something injured, this sand, this face: relentless.
Through the afternoon, that plods methodically. On, a calmness came...
It flies high overhead, the bird Between headlands. Scrub clambers up the hill, hope tires.
May 2, 2020
May 2, 2020 at 2:48 AM UTC
Seas enraged, that once derailed - a pursuit of truth. In extremis
The warmth ushers footprints on, further ahead,
A foxtrotting myna hectors.
A seat atop a mound of grass, staring out, a channel churns below - out of place. Time.
The chest winces, it encases something injured, this sand, this face: relentless.
Through the afternoon, that plods methodically. On, a calmness came...
It flies high overhead, the bird Between headlands. Scrub clambers up the hill, hope tires.
Watching the coast idle along, in the throes of a massive heartbreak.
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