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Saturday, March 31, 2018

ripple





ripple
~ ~ ~
There's a ripple
that trickles and surges
uprising from
inner wellspring's
writhing springtide

The ebb and flow
of the deep blue
undulates within,
overspilling
the walls
of its cracked
and leaking chalice
hidden from sight

A sneaker wave
rising upon
unbounded
inward seas;
crashing upon
a deserted shoreline
only the fomenting
silence sees

Flooding the moated exile
with the rising tide
Restless rivulets
river throughout
the memories
of a volatile heart
always on the cusp
of promise and futility



harlon rivers ... March 31, 2018

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