Whatever thread is paranoid
poetics, what sensory moves
the ocean to speak this way
with hurricane or drafts
along with full moonlight
obscure for the left margin
but the windows--to write
again on the coast, for the
coastline's way of speaking
indirectly looking at the sand
a sculpture for the trees
but bound for missive
for the dread glow's full tilt /
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