alone on a dreams forgotten shore
that stray thundering sea
reached towards the sky
wind creased and folded grass,
elemental human hearts
away from pale insignificance
chime together
the fire has not vanished
silent dune blue air,
these memories will scar
and no holy intervention
can claim a dedicated tear
sigh and embrace
an eloquent arrival of intimacy
ripe silent love
ingest the once plain indifference
short breath saliva glisten
someone else can trace you
by indentation in the sand
and what sea birds say
in discordant voice
velvetmedia 
This has an especially beautiful close, Chris. The idea of the traces one leaves found in the sand, but also in the bird calls’ afterwards–a kind of ripple–and one that has its ragged edges too–really interesting work, thanks. k.
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I love, silent dune blue air.
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What a wonderfully viscerally piece…sharp as a cold wave on goose bumped skin
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