December 11, 2014 Arts + Scene » Poetry
the grey matter of the sea makes everyone else invisible. The trees all fall silent. Dirt, the color of new skin, the color of char, the mustard smell of clay, ends itself drowning in the sound of all that water. It is as if nothing in the world matters more.
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