the music warps and twists like a plane on
fire metal deformed like blowing glass coma
lapping your waves as they beat my shore the
slow rhythm pushing the pebbles up the beach
as they swish and hiss the wave licks the sandy
grit like a long comber ploughs the waters edge
talus skridha falls through the ground like scree
nightfall crashed all around us my nails digging
23.28, 19.11.12. © Lizarikk, All Rights Reserved
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