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The Pearl
Blue monsoon, terror rain,
Projection screen running
Too fast, trees wavering,
Newsreel's from 1923
In the calm water,
All has passed though
Imprinted in nitrate.
Nearing the isle of the,
Dead by torch
A small boat sailing,
Towards the cove
Under the arch,
The statue with
Insomniac stare.
They said, that once,
This woman in stone
Who dived for pearls,
At the bottom, never
Found her love.
And therefore,
Died from loneliness.
The organ chimes loudly,
Tonight, the wind chimes
Collude with golden,
Angels without retinas lingering
In many memories,
Betray them if you dare.
On the horizon she saw
His arms transparent,
Coming forth to wrap
Around her frame.
I hear her heartbeat singing,
As I come to in the early morning.
