Seascape –

these are the Livid days

gone Sour

with bitter Irony -- Can

you hold

your head higher, forestall

any Criticism

and give in to your Surroundings? --

Here

minute Castles

in the Sand

wash

away with

a green tide, strands

of seaweed stitched

across

the earth -- I

have seen it All before: that

careful

look in your Eye as

you wade there, feeling

the Wind

in your Hair, the

Sky

brightening

for you, You

who would Command the waves

with

iron fist, a

demiurge playful

in Wit

and Certitude --

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