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Beach
Beach
The sun punctures the sand and water
Like a stabbing knife
The waves wash up the sand
And reject all death in strife
If it could
It would purge itself of all life
Ever mystifying is the moon
Illuminating the waves in night
Where people see beauty
I imagine beasts in wingless flight
Waiting for me to return
Letting my wounds bleed
Feeling my wounds burn
Consuming me before I drown
The smell of salt and rotting carcasses
Reminds me of what’s there
Billions of years of rejection
Another million for shame
Now I stand here in the moonlight
Taunting my own reflection
Who are we to blame?
