Salt water seeps and spreads
through sepia sheets,
an owner caught unaware
by the changing tides
of the lunar sea
in a midnight stroll;
all light left those words
and meaning shattered
by shingles shunted
towards the shore.
The pale reflection leers
her flickering facade
as though luring the owner
into her sinewed grasp;
lecanscopy and the hypnotic
displacement of pebbles
working in synergy;
still he can't retrieve
those words he wrote
with an assured pen;
the night is ephemeral
but its damage holds eternal.
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