Saturday, November 5, 2016

Bleeding Valentine

This world is all
That bleeds through
From that other world
All that floats up
Onto the pre-existing beaches
Of the mind it senses
Must have its tidal reasons
So sure of rescue or a raft
Of its own construction
But now why sail
To another empty island
That other world must be a wound
Only this one staunches briefly

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