Its so clear that im swept back under
As the cloud releasing thunder
The storm that flickers in your eyes
Another honorable disguise
Watch from the shore
Planted in the grains
So much broken glass
Soft as your hair
Can you feel the eyes
Stare back
The reflection of your soul
A single towel left
The tide strolls back in
And there you are
Still staring up
August 7,2007
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