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Poem: Flood 


Southbound quickly
the silent hum
of train lines swung
down coastal catastrophe,
we see towns of lives
lived in sweetest
disposition
against the flood,
wills resounded
reminded of our
survival skills,
spilled bounty
the second strata
given away all
that is owned,
the first that
of the soul afloat
on the will of the body
bound by desire
once released seen
fulfilled with nothing,
neither the notion
of drowning held onto
the objects of possession,
now alive atop
towers
waiting for the waters
to finally subside.

  • Southbound quickly the silent hum of train lines swung down coastal catastrophe

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