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In The Golden Beach Of Meaning
Why so still?
Riding the aftermath,
Of a bus.
Hit your head,
On the rock,
By cold glacier stood.
Call her name,
Plastic badge took,
In the yellow cage,
By my,
Textbook grass,
Look at his,
Never face,
Gone,
Rusty palace now.
Catch the earth,
Worm,
Torn arm-band,
In my calling,
Barbed-wire son.
Still measure,
Wooden feelings of.
The book that you,
Told.
When we come,
In the golden beach of meaning.
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