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Now comes
the hearth of endless shore,
a beach
where bare, blotchy tired feet
goose step upon the eyes
belonging to faces
laughing
out of view.
Sunrise
dies as a sunset
drinking the light
without casting a single shadow.
We are transfixed
by the enigma,
hearing the flutter of wings
as applause
and presuming
it is thunder.
One is always too busy grabbing for an umbrella
to listen for the wind.
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