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A stoppage in the passage of time; warped, drifting, wooden driftwood distorted time, moving in low and high tide from one shore to the next nothing much has changed since birth, since death drifting, floating,
It is the dry-boned shape wrapped in a cape of waves, her eye-less stare, her arms, the sea weed snakes that bare without a voice love's sin. Adrift again her beast-like grin, she gloats her blackened time-marked teeth
I am a toolmaker I am always busy bent over the workbench of my mind What I form is exquisite and strong to keep up the creation of elegant lines and rounded edges. My tools are diaphanous lighter than air
Not to show the sadness in her eyes and the sudden tremor caused by pain she moves slowly through her elegies with her feature's tenuous bouquet, wildly tied and almost loosely held. Half forlorn and somehow lingering