Thursday, September 28, 2017


Restless, the sea,
in slap and sparring agitation,
churns colour in its tumbrel
from the rousing wake
of journeying.
Like the charnel house
jumble of dreaming
in wakeful moments,
catching uninvited
in an ambush of distraction
these days are choppy waters,
a disturbation of the even temperance
of peace and the mechanism of tides.

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