- Date
- June 16, 2011
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- Author
- Psyche
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Past Patillas
With a whizzing sigh the Trees swallow us into The moonless gulf, A Jonah’s whale-mouth. The road twists a sapphire vein. The sea, that irresolute woman, Sighs and sighs again. A thousand faces arrive, and a Thousand leave. We are not islands, upon islands, seekers Upon the sands. Our ocean trajectories, confounded by The …






