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Sea funnels tidal

over breakwater

moss green like

undulating hillside

 

No beach, just slab

of sand shingle bitter

sweet hugging cliff

in effort to exist.

 

Horizon spreads out a

blanket of movement

sends waves of nausea

sleep I could sleep

 

in this deep rotting grace

let fishes nibble my feet

simply slip away, hair

tangled weave water

 

my last true lover.