'from flesh to sea'
that driftwood memory plays with the grains in my mind. shifting under the sailboat moored in tomorrow's harbor, with picture paths of spoken words and calendar weeks. straining, heaving, against the tidal wave... a pirate's plundering of the skull
cast off that captive line
fibers slipping... burning down the length of palm, pouring back the salt from flesh to sea in an excruciating caress of this moment's dance... a tango of last breath and promised years.
throw up those wings of limbs and fly upon the uncertainty of the horizon, be it an unchartered sail through tempest skies; a topsy-turvy teetering into that ever evasive western light.
extend, if you will, and grasp the silent, sightless air; fingers bent in a carving out of life line
for that calcification of time, that unmoving scar, forges a slippery surface to skate into the tomorrow... a perilous mode of transportation, forcing full focus on the now, on the present, on the thin edge of precarious balance
coast to the shore? or soar with bubbling glee... a laughing cry splashed out into the sea
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