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An Innocent Fall |
Black feathers scattered
in the sand and blood.
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The gulls scream, the murmur of the sea interlaces
with moans, sobs, and wild cries of pain
creating a dark
minimalistic
music.
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The gulls circle above, afraid to touch upon the sullied shore.
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With a great thump
a wounded wing lifts itself
only to fall again
upon the gritty sand.
Tears and blood
run in rivulets
meeting the salty waves.
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The waves fed on this elixir
seem to be growing in size
and force.
Or is it just a change in tide?
The blink of an eye.
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The red sun
sinks into the sea,
descending once more
to the underworld.
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First everything
is bathed in that fetching light,
a beautiful gruesome valentine.
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Last thoughts,
streams of music,
formless colors,
intelligent sounds,
hypnotizing
radiance...
lost in the fall.
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Last thoughts run out
with the blood and tears
toward the hungry roaring body
of Love.
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It is quiet.
So quiet.
A crab scuttles over a dune.
The moon takes her place in the purple sky.
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White skin looks blue, black feathers are still inky black.
Eyes as wide as the moon are unblinking as water at last begins to tug
the body.
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| Feathers are carried away
on the shimmering surface.
The water reaches farther,
tugs harder. |
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| Wings and limbs are rolled in the sandy surf,
battered a while by the push
and pull, then carried farther...
farther...
and farther...
to meet the sun
down in the murky depths,
teeming with life.
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