Shapes of the sand make a memory.
To gleam and be wallowed;
So cold kept the night,
to it's bitterest edge.

Shut the entry to swallow
These hesitant gasps.
Knows my surprise
When its seen in the evenings light.

Infinite gesture to
Keep me stirred.
Cook me ripe,
The choicest tender.
Serve the mind and leave the bones.

To that rupture I lay stricken.
Cast no more than alone.
My fragile notion breached.

Timber whispers seep from hollow.
Oaken chasms, seasoned skin.

Sapling pines strain sap from time.
The kind to mend a fractured wind.

Of splintered veins weep pores of swallowed.
Sweetened aid ties supple limbs.

A figure full from height and borrowed.
Halves of state that harbor this.

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Portions know a sterile singe.
A taking for our grip.

The backs of knives carve parting lines.
Flooded by the pigments lips.

From fluttered steel barks cutting edge.
Teeth to weave a stuttered stitch.

By hand we'll take what's ours to see.
A fingers length of measured tip.