Confining my soul to the beach
Where the waves peak and breathe on my face
It calls me
The sand - chained heat on my feet
I imagine - the clouds in my field of vision where birds fly
sheds, sheds, the shining sun
My nesting mind opens and my body collaspes
I am thrown into the cutting water
More than the width and length
of water before and after me
Because I'm in the middle of a sunset and the night
There is more than waves on the beach to consume me
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