Current mood:~~inhale
there is a mighty backwash
like a tide that has gone out
and beached on a longshore bar
out in the ocean of infant pragmatism
to bring back bits of scurf
sloughed memories
that can root and cling
till the one that's left standing
on the crest of that berm
has had their trough reworked....
the storm's beach reaching far and within
causing erosion beyond their facade
and yet they stand
disjointed, disillusioned
as only tsunami survivors can seem
to stir anew...and to see for themselves
the dunes
littered with the durge
of those feelings intrinsic
to the crush and scree
of sentiment....not their own
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