Tuesday, March 08, 2005

Cliffside

It looms before me
In opalescent beauty
Glistening salty spray
Jagged knife
Cutting away desires
But to scale its stark face
And cresting it pinnacle
To be thrown down into
The waiting sea's embrace

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