peeling
hands into gravity
walking
on the very tongued
edges
of the sea
in
ankle deep water with
the
tide at night coming in
each
successive wave is
washing
over me
between
the dug toes
of
my steps
taking
me through
the
wet sand
of
pressing need
into
little knives
that
cut me into
so
many bleeds
as
unseen clocks
have
counted
every
step
along
the way
to
where
here
is
a finger
of
wind
singing
a daily
happy
birthday
in
my hair
daring
me
one
step
further than
any before that
can
come between
me
and the drawn
down
sky
in
my palms
on
my lips
in
my thirst
for
more
time
to find
what
it is
about
me
that
Love
takes
hold of
EJR
(c)
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