Once I dreamed of what will come
Cold beaches below us
Crunched sand like packed snow
My left hand held the clear
Between Me
And a crisp constant serrated sea
Cold beaches below us
Crunched sand like packed snow
My left hand held the clear
Between Me
And a crisp constant serrated sea
My right hand held in your left
In the name of the, and of the, and of the
Standing in the middle
I A Plus or minus symbol.
Heather tinged heavens stretched up and over
Then came down the first drop
A splash on her red cheek
A Godlike surprise.
Walking forward leaving impressions behind
Sea lapped our silhouettes leaving the smooth
Along the channels of horizons and edges
Funnelled inexorably
Entangled
like smoke in a vacuum stream .
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