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The Walkmen - On the Water

The dragons head for air,
and the part timers follow suit.
Flash clubs, three in a row, dig 
                            graves 
                             with 
                            spades.
I can't explain how I feel.
Sea lions comfort me.
It does a thing.
Still though, I'm breathing flames.
I make calm to my limbs.
Simmer some.
Let's do this tango.
Throwing in
some calculated grin.
And yes,
restless dreams come in episodes,
but everyone dies when the sun explodes.
Sky goes dark, and,
I can only see when I breathe.
                                    Sea?
Out.
          Light.
Out.
          Light.
Out.
          Light.
Headed in the wrong direction.
Not again,
                     Magdalene.
You lost the light of the stars.
Shut out by fire.
And I cannot explain how I feel.
And Sea lions comfort me.

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Tags: Poems, Poetry, Reflections, writing