Wednesday, July 8, 2009

I've stopped coming to you, Sea.
Your implacable face always
gives the same austere counsel:
every true thing is hidden,
or will be.
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2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Deep as the sea.

July 17, 2009 at 8:06 PM
Unknown said...

I know nothing so I often have nothing to show other times I grow tired of repeating myself.

August 24, 2009 at 1:48 AM

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