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Something I Wrote
Divisive —
The Strong Pull / Gold Gleam Dream
Lines formed,
quadrants appear mapped,
as ever-changing as tides
rolling you near
and far
from me
How can I complain to the moon
to agile birds
that flow upon drifts,
their expressions teach
I speak
another language
Or, are you a dream?
Is this some contrived matrix?
My story eternally
grips at surly white caps,
tall, divisive curl-water,
rolling and tossing me
near and far,
when
I learn of sand,
a gold-gleamed beach,
arrival,
wonder.
Are you there,
as I am to be?
And without the moons’ love,
will the domesticated waters reform,
push me further or
claim back
either me
or you?
when serendipity,
sudden calm, informs
the visualizer
to dream more,
sigh
like a tender child arriving.
It's dark and warm,
no intrusion of light.
No other romance, beyond
the strong pull of Luna's
merry-go-round ride,
or water,
to divide us ever again
We cling to tide,
nestle eternally ashore;
no sand castles needed.
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