serpent repents

This ocean so shallow the moon bounces off the seabed

causing ripples across to many lands

these lands feel themselves

distinct and seperate

the various spires or domes of holy houses

connected by bridges of faith

overflowing with souls and guarded

by stern uniforms

all these landscapes hung on the windows

of kitchens

utensils and unfathomable china

bare wooden tables scratched like ephemeris

this coast line protected by fires

dotted with ideology

backed up by roads to munitions

untill even the libraries are closed to

the possibility the ocean is not a border….

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