So it goes.

By MistakenMagic
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With apologies to Kurt Vonnegut.
I stand amongst a wreath
of antlered trees.
The hills, cave-coloured,
blue with rain, seem
to sway like kelp.
From somewhere
in the deep
comes the taste
of saltwater, a sharpness
like the needles at my feet.
I dream myself back
into sunny colours.
The red cliffs of Mornington,
as warm as one minute
into death, like a brick split
open, or a skinned carcass,
the blade of time
slipped from throat
to tail. The knife abandoned
is the slither of water,
its tip making
the slightest dimple
on the skin-coloured sand.
The infinite sky peers down
and sees itself, complicit.
And its soul; black,
shark-shaped, predatory,
stays away from the shallows.
A blood-spot
of reflected cloud,
at the heart of it all,
retracts like an anemone
as the shadow passes over.
But now I see
these colours bleeding
into each other
as the sun clots on
the blue horizon
of hills and trees.
The cliffs decay
into a kelpish mist.
There is no escaping the cold.
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Love this one, it's a gem
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This is a beautiful poem,
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So very beautiful, Magic,
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Well done MM for sticking
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Classy as ever, Rebecca. You
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Magic if I'm not mistaken
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This is lovely, Magic, and
Parson Thru
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I'll find a copy today. Good
Parson Thru
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Hi Magic, what can I say
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This is stunning Magic, I
k.
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Late as always but this can
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Well I thought that I would
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Scratchy you naughty boy, I
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Oooh! Magic you naughty
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