Strange World By the Ocean’s Tide

Criss-crossing in and

Out

Of conscious thought,

And a native land...

...I'm hearing flutes,

And whistles

Calling,

And I'm wary

Of the sands

Of passing time

Which falls asymmetrically...

...It's hard to diagnose

When the skies are olive

In the early bright, and

Ivory as the ghosts

Of evening who now visit me...

...I am truly petrified!

How was I carried

Without thought

To this world

By the ocean's tide

That seems so far

From what I know?...

...Somewhere

Far back, near my street

I must be splayed out

On the road

Decaying

From some maddening feat

That left me dead,

And draining!...

...Now I stare

Out at the gleam

Of waves

That are receding...

Going backwards

Like a scream

That's swallowed by

The same void

That now plunges me

In gloom.

This strange world

By the ocean's tide,

Where the octopus's

Zip

Up, and down,

Along the beaches

Like they had

Never took a dip...

As lions, and

The bears

Swim freely

With fins,

And scales,

They dive!...

...I'm not sure

How I got this far,

But it's here

Where I reside.

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2018

Bunny Villaire