By Tanqueray Cowboy
Date: 2 December 2000
Shells
Some thoughts stay with me,
Like an ocean that no dike, no levee
Can hold back.
I walk along the shore lost
In all that ever was.
There's no sound except
The waves I can't seem to silence.
They cry and murmur and sing.
They whisper that I'm here to live,
And die,
As surely as the shells that cut my feet.
These beautiful things, now long dead
Bring a familiar pain that I don't mind.
These sunbleached jewels
Are as beautiful now as when they lived.
The ocean is an echo
Of a past I can't restrain.
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