An infancy of moments in a time before we wept,
The shale upon a shore of tides run dry,
Fragments of forgotten in the minds of those who kept
The logbook of all memories ere we die.
The light upon the canvas of the photos that are stored
As the treasures hasped in trunks too hidden well,
Islands bound by oceans’ infestations evermore,
Tsunamied by the rising tidal swell.
Marooned upon the beaches, in the cities, in the streets,
Festooned in slimy seaweed bristled pink,
Garlanded by leviathans, shrill monsters of the deep,
Harpooned as creatures threatened as extinct,
Depicted in the planetary as strange evolving fish,
Corpulent in places yet denied,
Fabled in the storybooks, one true unending wish,
Find the purpose or believe that all have lied.
A momentary passing in a passage all too brief,
An anticlimax to the swelling waves,
Battle-wearied sailors to the storm of timely thief,
Weathered chunks of flesh, the native braves.
Notional the pleasant of the cruise we set upon,
Cast here in the chancing of a date,
Distant shores, horizons, dim glowing of new dawns,
Dependants in the history of fates.
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