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The dismantling of what matters
a breeze picks up over the
coast heading inland
I tell you I don't know
for sure but we are in for a storm
pieces of all we have come
to value to hold close
to
tie in a box and mark
"special" are being pulled away one
by
one on a tide that started as a tiny
vortex of turmoil
a breeze picks up and shifts
over land
it's as if as entities we are
collections of molecules straining at
the borders of tender skin
slipping off and dissolving into
the surf
I don't know but that
we aren't just a series
of
flotsam and jetsam tied
together only by our dreams
and somewhere in that surf that
storm is what we are made of
a breeze speeds up heading
in
 
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