Fragments left behind…

Shame nothing in full survived

] Only parts

Pieces only partly known

Equates to then more

But then

The bracket [ ]

Suddenly vacant

The mind rushes beautifully;

It’s free space

For you

] Use it

The breath

The

Staggered

Lyric

On

The page

It got cold in the

Last five minutes of

The hour’s close so

I went to the sea

To watch the dawn break

At her knees sweetly –

It’s mellow at first, you’re cradled
Just below the water’s surface without thirst
As it sways you; the current ensues you.
Your subtle call be supressed
By the water’s tension, by the symphony
That lunges as if it were a wave’s crest.