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Re-vision

Beneath this beach of sand and shells
I see the image of the rolling sea.
Such new-found-land frames and hides
These wide horizons; I walk along the cliff:
Sheer drop upon the windward side,
Embedded trilobites, beneath my feet
Quartz and Muscovite from the granite
Weathered by the winds and waves
Sea-formed outcrops, hidden rocks, caves.
Time carves the face of all mankind
Time shears the skin, sculpts the lines
Around sinking eyes that wane unto a false
Extinction:. dreams, desires, memories.
The oft-neglected holy trinity, of centuries.

 

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John Marks

Mon 21st Dec 2020 21:56

Thank you kindly marchant a. john. You don't just look, you see.

“If the doors of perception were cleansed every thing would appear to man as it is, Infinite. For man has closed himself up, till he sees all things thro' narrow chinks of his cavern.”
― William Blake, The Marriage of Heaven and Hell

marchant a. john

Mon 21st Dec 2020 19:24

I loved this!!!
I imagined " I walk along the cliff:
Sheer drop upon the windward side," as like, the colon being the end of the line and then a sheer drop!

The ending was beautiful, too. ?

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