Wednesday, 7 March 2012

All wrapped up in rapture and set to task,
readied in motion, already in masks,
the minutia of a larger clockwork,
a never dulling blade, replaceable,
untraceable, expendable and dazed,
sea lions a-roaring, quarreling and crazed,
motors set in motion out to ocean,
hollow laugh, a dripping tap of lotion,
a wave that long since out lapped the bath.

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