1.
It's odd Time never came
To wonder under these beaches' loam,
To walk forty steps to a tide
Where sea-green foam flashes full its blade.
2.
Trammeled like a nun, the girl
Swept by me thoughtless. A root's gnarl
Could symbolize slim pain
Beneath the scleras: two jackals' den.
3.
*Hurt inwardly, like darkened stars,
So bursting silence is all one hears.*
4.
The monotony of this shoreline is a throwback.
What phantoms come: an electric shock.
Why ten years ago is all I know
Is not half as important as who or how.
5.
The autumnal tremor, the rainless moonlight...
Memories of little weight....
Oct 14, 2014
Oct 14, 2014 at 4:47 PM UTC
1.
It's odd Time never came
To wonder under these beaches' loam,
To walk forty steps to a tide
Where sea-green foam flashes full its blade.
2.
Trammeled like a nun, the girl
Swept by me thoughtless. A root's gnarl
Could symbolize slim pain
Beneath the scleras: two jackals' den.
3.
*Hurt inwardly, like darkened stars,
So bursting silence is all one hears.*
4.
The monotony of this shoreline is a throwback.
What phantoms come: an electric shock.
Why ten years ago is all I know
Is not half as important as who or how.
5.
The autumnal tremor, the rainless moonlight...
Memories of little weight....
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