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ever-cast
salt-spray my way you climb
and climb higher so I cannot resist the shell of which hands define of filament and line beached but free ever-cast fish- netted beseeching within where barnacle meets thigh of absoluteness of tightened breath and altered tide-line its unending sound- turn and pull of shore weed multitudes of line covered glass point east toward the sea of you my distance (farm-fresh) my shutter-thought-speed lanterns crisscrossed clothes-lined alleys strewn with beach glass where wind slams gated diners of our past I sat seaward salt-sprayed my hair where hand meets hand and hush- hush movement and silence of which your swollen fisted ribbed claw sought- sorrow unspoken this liquid dream of abandon born-blue in another's lost brother dream his death which conceived and nursed you |  |
