sandpiped to the full extent of I

sandpiped to the full extent of I
seen with the waves of inner emptiness
I roll like a roll at dawn’s calling

three lines in a row
three ways of moving this brush
across the white space of I

sullen groomed and in fear
one man finds himself
at war with all of existence

drenched in a breath of water
gasping for fire
there is no hope for the clandestine

determent like a dead fish
diluted down
like cheap bourbon

I see I as water ship down
flooded without any old book
or holy scripture

no need to hold hands
watch the sunset
glowing with pollution

three lines in a row
in a certain wind
that I can move

Poetry by Bob The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2017-03-20 at 00:02

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