freshly skinny white
leaping from the storm
the 2AM moonlight
fractures with the impact
the rocks below
clarified by the
glacial melt
jagged but deep enough
for divers and explorers
escaping ennui and malaise
on the shore bobbing over rocks
shook freed from constraints
the absence reveals
no barriers for the lubricious and clumsy
emerging from the cold
to stumble on the wretched shore
where bullets won’t start a fire
only tinder and a spark
is all i can stammer
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