the currents rush and wane,
they lick at my heels,
they howl like dogs.
and the world
has been ransacked,
it stains
underneath my fingernails.
i know not this place,
the unity of shadows
as they rip
the ribs from adam,
and worship eve
upon the pedestal.

the tides have come,
they lick and swell.
they last and listen,
with chaffed ears
to the dirt, the ground,
as it lifts, and shreds.

02/07/2004

Posted on 02/07/2004
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