Atlantic

by Poet on the Piano   Jan 1, 2011


I ride the sky, an endless circle
of uncharted measurements.
Knight and day tie and birth
an epiphany, a ruffled nest
for windblown birds
who fondle nearby.

Waves are speech givers
repercussions that announce
fortune and the theatre.

Let your skin fall here,
like shells cracking externally,
without a trace.

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