Crossing Clarity

July 11, 2016

I am translucent
Figures on a map,
Hand drawn
And hopeful

I am electric shaking.

I am water to your will
Early morning
Darkness.
And a familiar favor
— always so distant.

I am giving up easy.

I am turning waves —
A tide crawling back to sea,
Whence a jealous ocean
claiming me

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