“a creature with eyes, dead and turned to stone,” Tho Hardy, ‘A Pair of Blue Eyes'

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,
the sinking eyes that wane into a false
extinction:. dreams, desires, memories
the oft-neglected holy trinity, of centuries.

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