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Seaboard
days come and go
no stopping them
like leaves that wither on the stem
yellow they drop
no longer free
now mere atoms in eternity
we watch them fall
with them we go
flotsam on that tidal flow
a wave that climbs
into the sky
going none knows where or why
washing the stars
bathing black holes
dousing galaxies like blazing coals
is ...
Saturday 11th September 2021 11:01 am
Un-Shore
Still at shore with the weight of gaffes around my dreams
Afraid to set a course
At odds with all but how it seems
Perception sits on the thrown of what is
What is not cannot stand to the claims of what should be
With demise almost a certainty
Almost - becomes the theme that moves me
Fastened to procrastination
Circumventing the truth
Giving ear to assumptions
Off the...
Friday 29th July 2016 8:34 pm

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