As easy as it was to tell black from white,
With the more minute details I cannot be sure,
Can’t distinguish between reds and greens
Just gradients of light.
The lines hold the boundaries of our soul
Ink soaking into the paper like an engine burning coal.
The Pacific Railway running up my spine
Like the cracked shores of the Isles of Shoals.
He said stay
She said O.K.
Sleep deprived but satisfied,
They watched the tide
And the ships passing in the night.
One if by land
Two if by sea.
Come to me and I’ll tell you what I see.
I believe we can burn through infinity
So pack extra luggage.
Seasons changed as they sat on the edge of the coast.
Their blood froze and thawed, experiencing death and rebirth
Without a single change in scenery.
Rebirth like the leaves mimicking
The tricks of the phoenix.
A birth through ash
A death through the spending of cash.
She whispered in his ear
Do not fear but the end is near
I am here and sober enough to steer.
He replied, what if I told you
Eternity is right here?
She wrapped her feet in seaweed
And pulled herself undertow
The eroding shores
And sand sliding through the hourglass.
The story goes that Mary Magdalene
Sells seashells by the seashore.
The unconsummated bride who
Died alone and poor.