Thursday, January 20, 2011

Echinoderm

On the gentle beach juvenile waves gush in
Douse your tube feet with pizzazz

You feed on blue mussels and solitary hours
Pink arms fidget with their usual apathy

You seem to perceive the tinkling sounds
Rebounding within an aquatic abyss

Drowned sailor songs echo ancient storms
You were a slave the king-wave your tormentor

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