Monday, June 3, 2019

Island Geobiography

Your experience
Of the island is
The island—it is
Your experience alone

Called up land from the ocean,
Another world dividing
The steaming from the cold waves.

The world is broken ocean
Erupting with infinite
Shadows, the shifting islands

With blackened beaches
And privately evolving
Suites of species, suites of selves,

Sights and sounds unique to each
But eerily similar,
As if you, yourself, were one.
You were of course, but are none.

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