Under a Moondrawn Tide

Grainy sand damp crackling in seafire
A sentinel shore chalkscrawled on lemon farls
The slabbed tangle of shattered glass
Unsought by flyblown faces of the gone
Nearer the edge of wild air, of brightness here
Sinking ever as blue dusk abandoned this night
The flood flow from road to eely grike
A tide, moondrawn, lay over the rocks
Behind this light of Cassiopeia
Endless signs on a white field
The veil of space falls our souls the more, the more.
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