It would be untruthful
to say that it felt like a waste of time
dual echos tethered to the cold fleeting foolish shore
this is how it looks from 3 stories high
this is 1 week of isolation in the rain fields
this is one more guarded glimpse of you
transparent dancing on red cliffs
where most forward progression needs dawns permission
it was there that all six senses broke
while beams of sunlight retired on your shoulders
the eastern wind blew all around you
tempered by the inertia of your steps
in twice time of the crashing surf
throwing exploding white floral bouquets of salt
up over your auburn hair at random angles
I just watched
as the day crept away
and sunset on your last dance at Hammond castle
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