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I stand …
my toes
wriggling in cold sand
(pigs in winter mud)
sun has set
bloody and shimmering like abalone
the sea stretching from me
to the reach
shadowy and forlorn
but the horizon, still bleeding -
flaming and dripping like hot ambergris
and fading like brume
before a breath …
oh, those dark secrets
the unspeakable things this immeasurable
abyss has been witness to -
heroes and horrors
relentless power
second only to its boundless beauty
a cold like the deep of space
and a heart known even less than
the heavens
yet life abounding …
why …
why do you possess me so?
why is my being
so inexorably drawn to your
troubled depths?!?
why am I so fond of this feral fear?
I will stand here
in a million different bodies
for a million different reasons
on a million different days
and still
your hushed and haunting voice
will whisper me
from the black of your belly
your mad mystery,
begging …
“come”.
Copyright © Gregory Richard Barden, July 17, 2023
Copyright © Gregory Richard Barden | Year Posted 2023
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