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water and wind beneath the wake
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posted by name of the rose at 9:50 p.m.
soak the edge
The inside of thought is where everything teems and stirs with a thousand cracks is where the water meets the shore like threads pulled taut that soak the edge
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"a wind-surfer at sunset—"
after the last yeasty shred
—of light!—
gleaned from rocks, bay waters
side-swipe
& strike a still doom into me!
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