Graneledone boreopacifica

The first eggs of spring melt hope

Into a burden -

Coins trodden into

The sword edge of the

Bed.

Buried thick beneath.

Salt and sand.

Forgotten.

For eternity.

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Words-

mouth, open ‘O’

cannot form.

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Too tired to sleep.

Too lost to find.

Too sore to ache

But aching still.

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And relentless the voice

Of man.

Circling -

Like a frenzied shark

Mocking, passive aggressive

Ego bound -

Waiting to devour.

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Brought to the knees

Of the cave.

Drip fed alive

By the moon.

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Please.

Just stop.

Stop,

Please.