Day 21

I wander long on beach of broken shells
My feet flayed through gauntlet of pain
To know this beach, and yet its mysteries
Must mock the hidden soul's reveal.

I winter long on beach in broken poems
Writ of imaged sand as waves wearily wipe
Away footfalls' impermanence.
Is nothing left unsaid, unextolled ‘til now?

I wonder how long down beach of broken blogs
Word-shards and sense-fractures will etch deep
The careless cuts on casting thoughts
And then with dreaded dullness tread on

Allured, alas, where coffin closets cannot
Cache unbroken shells, poems or
blogs that in aching birth depart

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