Shall I stand?
On this stippled, sandy shore,
Sounds of the sweeping surge
Grab at my thoughts once more.
The threat is to lift me from my under-toe,
Toward the now of drink-in-hand -
Swaying, swelling, from the bleak I know.
So I must stand and stare it down,
Before my memories splash to surface -
Slice and slash me, pound by pound.
And all my agonies flow once more,
In sounds of sobbing surge -
down my stippled, freckled shore.
Sounds of the sweeping surge
Grab at my thoughts once more.
The threat is to lift me from my under-toe,
Toward the now of drink-in-hand -
Swaying, swelling, from the bleak I know.
So I must stand and stare it down,
Before my memories splash to surface -
Slice and slash me, pound by pound.
And all my agonies flow once more,
In sounds of sobbing surge -
down my stippled, freckled shore.
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