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The Curl

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The Constant wave
Divides me from speech
Tears apart the Recent

Leaving me dead

Of conscience


I stand motionless
Heart keeping beat to
The crash of the shore


I was here yesterday

But something about today




Curls my mind

I’m wrapped in the gale of
Sea and sand





The wind tussles


With my blonde locks




Feet melt
Into beaded necklace coast

Will I be here tomorrow?
The necklace slowly unties


Seconds sprint

Towards their next

Closer and closer

I won’t be here
Tomorrow


The beat again calls me


Mocks a drum

That beat slowly withers


Like flower in fall


Its roars rumble softer



The last bead falls




And pulls down the
string


Will the sea beads answer to their Curl?
Question comes but once

I stand empty handed of reply


For I am like one grain


Not two or three or four



How can I stop?


My heart only keeps

Beat to the crash of the
Shore


It is then I look
It is then I watch

When will I realize?


No one’s coming

Swiftly locks crumple

Heart skips and shutters

I will not walk here tomorrow



But how can I stop?



My heart still keeps


Beat to the crash of the
Shore




A final catch of the eye





Takes me in


No more am I lured though


Strength is slowing



Sound is souring


My heart could only



Keep the beat


And there it is
No awe at all


The great precipice
stablished from tan grains

Built of solid flowing soft



Tis' a constant wave



Stuck in its Past



Curling above



Peering below





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