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you used to see me, clenched jaws and lost minutes;
they were right, we live with no limits.
shying from what is important, this.

1

you are a hopeless manic,
clasped in this late night traffic;
if only you liked my writing.

The Surf

I woke last night to the sounds of the siren
Along the beaches of her island
I wandered
Like a modern day Odysseus

So many lights along the straight
Abandoned nightly to the minds of the convinced
I am unconvinced

Though I admit
In the thick, I am caught up
Marveling in the journey

I know you see it too
The silhouettes on the setting sun

Stopping on the beach to reflect
On vessels of past voyage
I watched love sink just as the hulls did

Even the driest of wood slips away through the darkest of waters
The winds begin to pick up
I turn back from my trek
The surf rises