beyond the brittle towns asleep
 
beyond the brittle towns asleep
i look where stealing needles of foam
in the last light
 
thread the creeping shores
 
 
as out of dumb strong hands infinite
 
the erect deep upon me
in the last light
pours its eyeless miles
 
 
the chattering sunset ludicrously
dies,i hear only tidewings
 
in the last light
twitching at the world

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