shore/stomach the cove
Can you feel the day's demise?
Shadows hover over trails
the catwalk's closed for us inside
we'd reached the end, but hands on shoulders
inching towards the ground
every grain of sand a lost concept
every gust of wind the pause of air
so lost in what's left of the lifeline
so much for the rain/cover the coastlines
I discovered myself
inside, where all two
syllable words had become three.
It seemed to make sense at the time.