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Tides. Waves.
Contributed by
EricT
on
Friday, 2nd December 2011 @ 01:18:11 AM in AEST
Topic:
abstract
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Salty as it rises from the far off line that, it seems, is always just distant enough.
Like an armory, they come through. One by one by one. From far off, at the flat line they come. Rising. Rising. Rising. Rushing. Light starts to fall off, right where it begins. The light catches. Then flies. Then falls. Air fills. Whispering the peak. For a moment, he stands. Proud. He leans. He leans, it seems, a bit too far.
The shadow begins. The gait hugs the dark. Light moves with him. A final salty breath begins. From the center. He becomes full, light catches the lip. Light falls off.
Fluttering, spitting. Crash. Blue flies. White throws itself at her. The fall.
A final salty breath. Fills the crisp morning, and comforts the night. the moon is down. Light lives.
Familiar crash. To him, relief. As he returns, waning, to the sea. To the line that, it seems, is waiting just close enough.
Copyright ©
EricT
... [
2011-12-02 01:18:11] (Date/Time posted on
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