I proceed dusk
one foot forward to another
reverse memory
that pitch shrimp
traces the coast
hopping.
Specchia the sunset over the water, as
swarovski multiplies only
horizons, directions, age.
Tremula sight.
Among the branches of pine trees, guarding,
peaceful chirping of nests.
warm sand and sticks, strainers
in what remains a
eternal day.
Slow? Sit back?
Questions. Answers? None.
only echo of thought
wheezing among tangles of hair
broken neck and a compass.
look back? Look?
Gather pearls howling
not love her more and put in place, such as mussels
appetizing
waiting on the rocks
dinner.
Shout to the wind because my
and curse the moon and the stars all
and pour the dark silver
on cheeks and breasts
in heavy drops without sleep.
remember your smile.
And then read braille
embroidery shells
look for tracks, future appearances
funds in abandoned bottles
And then write rippling waves
between your fingers the oil, salt
on cuts to scar, as
indelible emblem of the deepest abyss
of the most burning love.
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