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... acquiescence to Nature's breath,
blown into the bliss of nothingness.
Tap, tap
at the door,
the news
brought home…

no map
no compass…

just a face…

a face in
the crowd,
Monochrome sphere
cyclOptic gaze
Opalescent pearl
sentinel of Night
The graveyard is a
mouth of crooked teeth,
with an ambiguous smile.
through raindrop windows
another point of view
trickles into gravity's maw
Names etched in sand;
snaffled by the surf's frothy fangs. In petrified repose
takes the shape of
lightning tongues.

And amongst the aroma
of ozone and charcoal crisps,
flakes flutter -
sloughing sadness.
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