there's a dull thing
on the beach in front of him
and he cant care to bend to
it's being the only thing
around for miles
the world is in mind and
no flat skimmers will need counting today
only a cup of tea at the end of the way
and there is success
in that.
no news is good news.
and aware of every foible,
he listens to the screaming sands
underfoot knowing every pebble
speaks well for the silence
that will be an eternity.
a dog would like his attention
but he will not meet its master,
afraid of any complications
to the perfect flatness
of a sanguine fool
who knows when to
just keep walking...
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