The sky was torn, white light shone through
Backlit horizon lit sea askew
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I watch the mob as they amble on by
On bent crooked legs glassy dark chocolate eyes
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A kaleidoscope of shell grit coral sands
Grinds through my grasp as it leaks through my hands
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Fly my heart above the sea on cusp of broken wave
Salted down and waterlogged on albatross beak staved
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The tilted crescent of a milk blue moon lolls in a salmon sky
Perched amongst the night shade clouds on weighted axis lies
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My hearts out of rhythm discord in its beat
Synchronism escapes as I march two left feet
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My compass is haywire,
reads true false, not true north.
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