we left in pieces once rendered
from such malign
from token majesty
to new chapters, in lead strokes
from pencils across oceans
I can never erase a past
but I’m always left remembering
and in that quiet gale
unsteady state of mind
I think back to the beaches
and our ready, set, decline
the past was all once rendered
and the drawings cast aside
we walked along the beach with reason
and the sea that stole our rhyme.

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