Staring in the shells pearly glint of a quiet mornings sun.
Warmth, as it’s pale rays wipe across my skin.
A cavernous thought echoes from a darkened conscience,
Grating its way through, as the blackbirds scraping rasp peels away the mornings solace.
Time was and always will be still, as mortal flesh passes through my ethered soul.
They chill at my touch and pull back too rub my presence away.
Still I sit on this weathered deck and remember a life I once had.
One forever pierced with a moments passionate slash.
One I live in eternal nights, too sit and stare at the shells pearly glint.
Author notes
Just bored staring at a seashell ashtray.
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