These Riparian Thresholds Poem by Brian Minniear

I went reliving
Out beyond
There, then lie the ash

Incessantly forgiving
Sunset, abscond
They cradle me, they cradle me

Where tide and currant clash
Ennui in the ouvre
Nothing stands recalled

Nor called forth, yet see
In subtler maneuvers
What rests askance the ebbing

In near-inaubible footfalls
More seldom now than comet's tails
To common tales we've lost

Find I am spun, and I am webbing
The riddle more callous than frail
That opens at dusk on an ocean fire

Less permanent than highly glossed
Character in rich, ardent setting
Though perhaps in withering wherewithal

Watches his embers rise impossibly higher
But I keep retiring, I keep forgetting,
Grows rare as the leaves of this other ecclesiastes

Confusing the unmanifest with the banal.