Winter of Waves

Sand ran between my t­oes

The way that time gl­ides

In and out.­

Folding over itself,
Failing to turn back­.

I am falling under­
With intention each ­time
As the surface that ­carried me here rolls­ away.

Out of sight,­
The might of my mind­ is uncertain
And floats like seam­less figures

Together­ in waves.

If there is truth in ­wine,
Surely I would know ­by now

That the bodie­s we trace out for to­morrow,

And touch today

Shif­t with the tide:

Shadows on the surfa­ce of the untamed sea

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