Thursday 7 September 2017

The Seaside


Footsteps shuffling on the shore
Far away surfs distill monotony
Mirroring tears through the entropic
Window pane on a rainy day

Build your fell-fated castles
Write your name as upon water
Leave your marks like echoes
Tread on the sand, trace trails
Foottrails woven in zigzagging pawprints
Discard burnt logs and orphaned bottles

Everything beyond the seashell-line
Is within the salvageable Pale
Everything else the sea will claim as its own
Never to be seen and remembered,
Never to be claimed and saved, ever again.
 

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