My
eyes are clouding now,
though
my heart is full of pearls,
ripened
over long years.
My
bones fail – yet
teeth
crunch words
from
the spring of
a
still dancing heart
though
it drifts a little,
towards
folds of endless sleep
where
sea laps on milky sand,
in
the black coiled night
where
the moon emits no light.
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