Sunday, April 10, 2016

From SEAP: a long poem of and on the sea

From SEAP



winter day as buttress to loaves

the stones washed blue the left behind

stand by lights of electronics up late in exurbia

trust the body of an enemy though the arms not be

as despite chattering power lines the night is down

an intrusion sea going on lips entrusted

I had planned to authorize but the switches

no crust emotion mere emergence

sown over to face amassed

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