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Wounded lover Wandering on the beach There is no life here Crustaceans That is no life to me But the sand is soft on my sole Blank gaze of the pitiless moon on my back Speaking of things that once were And never will be again Soft glow of the rising sun on my breast Oil slick reflections in the sand Dinosaurs scavenging for sustenance Why am I here? Only the meaning we give it Only the meaning we give it Only the meaning we give it Devoid of form Repetition like insanity Vortices swarm my ankles Icy cold grip of a long lost mother Reaching to consume her Blind and Reckless Child There is no life I know there Incessant drone of the pitiless waves Soft glow of the fading moon on my breast Her power slipping Devoid of life A lone rock Warmth of the rising sun on my back The sand is soft on my sole Porcelain mug dangling empty in my hand Water droplets stain my spectacles Looking down from the staircase Bright rays of the sun dance across the waves To my Eyes Water folds softly around eager rocks Colors fade from the sky A clear blue overhead Clear as my soul once was Walking on glass sprinkled streets With numb feet The Sand was Soft on my Sole
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Nov 7, 2014
Nov 7, 2014 at 10:15 AM UTC
The Sand is Soft on my Sole
Wounded lover Wandering on the beach There is no life here Crustaceans That is no life to me But the sand is soft on my sole Blank gaze of the pitiless moon on my back Speaking of things that once were And never will be again Soft glow of the rising sun on my breast Oil slick reflections in the sand Dinosaurs scavenging for sustenance Why am I here? Only the meaning we give it Only the meaning we give it Only the meaning we give it Devoid of form Repetition like insanity Vortices swarm my ankles Icy cold grip of a long lost mother Reaching to consume her Blind and Reckless Child There is no life I know there Incessant drone of the pitiless waves Soft glow of the fading moon on my breast Her power slipping Devoid of life A lone rock Warmth of the rising sun on my back The sand is soft on my sole Porcelain mug dangling empty in my hand Water droplets stain my spectacles Looking down from the staircase Bright rays of the sun dance across the waves To my Eyes Water folds softly around eager rocks Colors fade from the sky A clear blue overhead Clear as my soul once was Walking on glass sprinkled streets With numb feet The Sand was Soft on my Sole
Written by a rambling voice walking aimlessly on the beach in the early morning after a passionate night and few hours of sleep Translated to a poem
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Nov 7, 2014
Nov 7, 2014 at 10:15 AM UTC
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