Fossil sonnet

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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 unto a false

Extinction:. dreams, desires, memories

The oft-neglected holy trinity, of centuries.

 

 

◄ Tuesday 4th August 1914

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John Marks

Thu 3rd Oct 2019 20:34

Thank you for noticing, Adam and Keith.

John

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