In absence of morning
That dark speckled mass
Consuming and continuing
Having swam the laps of time
That dark speckled mass
Consuming and continuing
Having swam the laps of time
There is a photograph somewhere
No matter --
It resides in several places
The organizing and posing of
Most memorable nothingness
How quickly transformed
Fog and gloom into beachhead
A gaggle of us
And a photographer
Impressed by the invisible ocean
Moving for miles before eternity comes
A lightness now alerted
Awake as any pre-dawn creature
Coming only in suggestion of sunlight
With hints of surly green
So rich under skins across the sky
Another morning arrives
All traces of tan lines gone
Pink lips return to giggling saplings
The rightful owners of all film to date
--
3.19.12
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