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Poetry A sticking sea turns sickly green,
It’s creatures young, moan their whispers
With jagged teeth that cut red
Running out
Of air
Of time
That bends your hollow conviction
Swallows your guilty sentence like a mother
Burnt breath of calm morning drips from a copper sun
And we dance like wolves
In a twist of colors and shapes and sounds
The stars measure our love,
Forgive our foolishness
Lift the fault lines
To an ancient past where words meant meaning
Secret syllables in a green field sky where blue dreams wander
Above the beyond horizon and birds
We become dots on a map
We breath under logic’s cruel laughter
And learn to lift our sunken weight
Dead at the bottom of young birth’s screams
In the draining sands of dissolving clocks
The bubbles drip south as we drift north in calm water
Our mirrors only watch
Below the black
I’m only following you
