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| Divisive — The Strong Pull / Gold Gleam Dream Lines formed, quadrants appear mapped, as ever-changing as tides rolling you near and far from me How can I complain to the moon to agile birds that flow upon drifts, their expressions teach I speak another language Or, are you a dream? Is this some contrived matrix? My story eternally grips at surly white caps, tall, divisive curl-water, rolling and tossing me near and far, when I learn of sand, a gold-gleamed beach, arrival, wonder. Are you there, as I am to be? And without the moons’ love, will the domesticated waters reform, push me further or claim back either me or you? when serendipity, sudden calm, informs the visualizer to dream more, sigh like a tender child arriving. It's dark and warm, no intrusion of light. No other romance, beyond the strong pull of Luna's merry-go-round ride, or water, to divide us ever again We cling to tide, nestle eternally ashore; no sand castles needed. 6.1.21 6.4.21 edit and cheesy ending added. |
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