the documentarist
tell me she asked
what is it this poetry
what is this sea of yours
do they flow from the same source
is the salt in your veins
does it pulse in your words
so i thought and i said
one is salt and one is fresh
one seasons the other
the other refreshes one
one flows into the other
the other is full of the one
one fills the other
the other crystallises thought
write along the foreshore of mind
the cataract stumbles and falls
for the other’s love of words
that say i love you
at sunset
the last words across the sea
reflect in the mirror of my mind
light upon my face and i smile
my eyes closed by a smile
my toes are wetted by tears
that run in the smile of time
ask me again tomorrow
and you’ll get a different answer
tides run deep in their turning
the rain pours and rivers run deep
finally the ink evaporates
and across the death mask of a poem
the clouds run
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