Tuesday, November 11, 2014

Shoreline

Bruised and accumulating
the lichen of thought
and the plenty
of quarrels

quarrying then policing
altering but falling
belonging
(to none)

these are the tidal drags
the smash of boredom
the open fall
of over

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