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An orphaned strand
stretches out
between
two dream seas.

Great rocks
like calcified husks of ancient sea giants
loom out of the water.

Ancient trees stand
tall and blind,
patiently marking moments
in a world cut loose from time.

Driftwood, bones of nightmares,
twisted and deformed.

Ocean waves scramble over each other
in a
desperate bid to escape the sea.

The waves grasp and claw at the sand
but only find themselves sucked deeper into it,
becoming part of the aimless shore.

Below ground, slowly, the waves will be drawn through
the pores of the earth,
and cast back into their
doomed and inescapable cycle.

In this place of mystery,
each traveler has
secret hands
and
private
revelations.

Angels of frightful symmetry,
perch in clouds
owl-like eyes watching.

Ruby in the mist
is where
the world
becomes
some
thing
else.

We’ve left many footprints here
on the way to other places,
haven’t we, my friend?

We’re still wandering the shores, in fact,
just like those ocean waves,
trying to break free from ourselves.

But grasp and claw and cry as we may,
the trees root themselves
ever deeper into the soil,
and nothing
ever
really,
truly

ends.

Copyright 2017 Jeff Suwak

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