CALM Publishing

YOUR MAGNETIC CORE
Within the horizon’s arc
A gentle orb of yellow grows
Another end of a seamless day
Enamored of love
As they say
A victim of devotion
To an arcane notion
Of lifelong conviction
And emotional commitment
That lurks under the motions
That drives the inner beast
Moving toward union
As though genetic matches
In a sea of conquest and turbulence
Here, in an isolated Bay
Upon the soft sand of low tide
With boulders protruding
Elongated forms of dead humanity
While we romance the stone
Of vivid physicality
Amorphous arms embracing
What is left of humanity.
We are discards, you and I
Washed up from the depths of history
Beached on a solar shore
While the sun never fully sets
Before rising again in the east
Attributed to your magnetic core
Into which I speak
A constant on a sea of unreliability
A mountain peak projecting
A quarter mile out from low tide
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