Bitter watches

Down onto

The sands and the wind

Claws my eyes but

It’s alive out here

And the sea

Roars at a volume

As big as what’s inside me

Nature’s white noise

Louder than anything else

And so I tell it

All the things I


And I shake like

I’m possessed but it’s the cold

Not me

And in such times

I breathe,

And all that remains

Is bitter watches

To stand without





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