Ambergris and amethyst
sit in the sunny window
one the perfume of the other
after their slow sea journey
from dawn’s ear to day’s mouth
the myths of the laceration
of nations and the roaring flames
they watched approach and fade
over a red cascade of names
the tide continually gets wrong
and must like a punished child
write over and over an endless
number of times on the board
of the shore I promise not to forget
I promise not to regret
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