Lap against these ears, came the sound of foamy lather
No shells decorating the shore.
Browned shins and reddish forearms soaking up the sun
As layers of the moment before my eyes were focused on, intently.
Crisis among the ranks as the timing of what comes next - confers
An offer to collapse among trees and less worry, and arms eager for the bending.
Where am I in the mix of these details that swirl?
Thicker skins revolt against the ease of easy, as there is, no easy.
A prick to the heart distracts, racy pulse and heated pressure
Rise before words gain volume, and the turning to prayer
Resumes.
What is there to believe in between us, when the core of you doubts?
The head and the heart have known decades deep
The wonder and awe of what comes next...
This, the elementary spiritual gauge
I run ahead.
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