a walk on the beach near sunset

in abnormally warm November weather

I am the deep copper sunlight on the northern cliffs

curling around the inlet

the salt air sweet with detritus washed from the sea

these dead littering the sand while a slow pace

steps around them and the air suffuses the senses

in the separating womb whit the flush of finish

long shadows creep up the cliff walls

as the sun tint begins to fade and far off piles of bellied clouds

glow over the eastern horizon where a gathering dark

forms to launch the night's ascent

I am this scene until I am not and this scene

this absolute instant remains in the memory of the Void

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