The Unending Shore Of Your Fathomless Sea Poem by Robert Rorabeck

The Unending Shore Of Your Fathomless Sea



Fabricate my fashions and surcease:
If you are building your fort stop and linger down below
At the beautiful riding bicycle of buffalo:
And know that death shall come for all men,
Until her love wakens you again, and all the popular members
Of our sea shine like the photosynthesis of deep sea
Brine;
And I have entered my name in the records for the thieves
That shall never survive,
While the dragons were raising all hell and calling the virgins home
On the triangles of the dinner bells;
And it is lonely at night to sleep without you, Alma;
And it is dangerous, but it is what the angels wanted, and it is
What I decided to be-
For I sleep alone at night in the unending shore of your fathomless sea.

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