Full Moon Tide I want to stop listening. I'm tired of making sense, of having to listen, of taking the ocean in day after day, of holding on to its labor; you have to let go--and it blanks out lost to the magnification of mind; when I fall asleep the muscle won't let loose, my back slides, my hip hurries for doorways, my fingers talk as though they were held by a talking hand for an instant that turns off night, and it's still noon, and the talking ocean just said it, just spoke the words that mean this loss is really here and you can't turn it away and the doorways are slamming shut, the breakers are slamming down, the magnification of mind slamming down. I'm listening for doorways. --from Shorewards Tidewards
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