At_Last

Shearwater voice Laid of terror Of suffered choices Bade of error... Listen Listen Listen to the birdsong. Ship reckonings, Last land to brine, Dashes Dreamed in fuchsia, Passage from Lough Ine. Inlet set of deadly wiles Heart's outlet, Whose pulse uncharmed Exhaustion Of machinery Of meanery, Voided farms. Lost to weary arms. Emptyness begins here. Thump, thump, Vessels palpitating fear,

Thump, thump, Thump, thump, Roaringwater, Clear,

Thump, thump, Thump, thump, Scourged wonderment, Thump, thump,

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