Broken-handed half-lost child-dreamer: you.

Blank as the morning of a lost desire.

Impalpable ash of the wrinkled moon:

Careless: shopworn. Unfree of all meaning.

The reeds of the sea are washed to dusk.

Each day with that unnameable sweetness.

I, I follow. Shadow-wounded. Grieving.

A sea-swallow: swallowed in your seeing.

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