Beneath this beach of sand, shells
I see the image of the rolling sea.
Such new-found-land frames and hides
These wider 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
The sinking eyes that wane unto a false
Extinction: dreams, desires, memories
The oft-neglected holy trinity, of centuries.

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