The sting of wet salt,
Swimming in a sea
Of already concentrated lakes and wells.
Streaming water over the edge,
recreating Victoria's Falls.
The blurred silhouette,
Of my lover, I presume,
Against the morning's rise,
or the sun's set.
or the Golden Gate's.
Cast a shadow in my memory,
Foggy as the distanced lagoon
Like the view of the land,
through teary eyes,
or a fogged monocle.
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It's a very difficult challenge to try to understand oneself and one's own mind. It's a difficult thing to do because you questi...
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The Stars cascade Tides pulling us in and out. Licking the shore, Then lapping it up again, Toes buried in the sand. The sky casca...
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Recovered skulls of the victims of the 1994 Rwandan Genocide in a display case in the Kigali Genocide Memorial. Photo: Arlana Shikongo Immig...
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