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I.

Five fifteen marked the timeless clock on the wall,
And a barefoot girl outran the rising tide
To join her toes with the warm waters of fall.

Observing, she held the vastness of life’s sea
And within her firm hand the comprehension,
That she will fight to be all that she could be.


II.

With that knowledge she parted at eight at night,
Unknowing, to a convention where lost souls
Could find and quench their thirst with all their might.

She saw the human sea in its dire meekness,
And within its foam sparkled its race far more
Bright, than the river shore in heart of Darkness.

Bountiful masses of bouncing egos flowed,
Through the edges of their impressionable
Feelings, expecting for more, yearning much more.


III.

Five to ten, and in the street a young mother
Carries her sleeping child, while her teen daughter
Hunts clients tonight, just like any other.

Pink top and short skirt, out-dyes Roxanne’s red dress,
High silver heels, long pale earrings, and blonde hair,
Flow to catch the flickering light in distress.

While a foot away an infant smiles with
The evanescent gale, as her small white dress
Flickers with the wanton wind in joyous mirth.

Goldilocks skips through a set of gyrating stairs,
Muddied shorts, filth up her nose, flickering smile,
Bounce in the dark air, hoping more than she dares.

IV.

The dead old church behind chimed eleven times,
When a drunken bareback youth aimlessly walked:
Darkly formulating the causing of crimes.

Danced the laughing fool with his hovering beer
Above the epileptic crowd, when the yearn
To release toxic waste made him feel quite queer.

And so the wandering drunk searched the easing
Waters of the broad ocean. To his right and
Left stood a frontier of relieved men, fizzing.

Suddenly comforted with foggy dullness
He hopped to meet the dancing waves, the keepers
Of his fallen dreams. He gulped with fondness.

It was in this state that two men, two lovers,
Found him floating in the seas of beer and chance.
Within his dreams, he now pays the boatman his fares.


V.

A chilling gale embraces time marking twelve,
And swirling forces embark the souls who want
Miracles as they further and longer delve.

Three witches approached the girl on a light flight,
Stray hair, eagle beaks, and long black garments,
Flowed through thin limbs. They kept all within their sight.

Two dealt chemical mischief of foreign sands,
Trading their arts of deep ink and merchandise,
And the other knew the crannies of the land.

Cackling in merriment they foretold much more,
When a song from past times rang in the air.
Nothing, mere sung riddles told in witch’s lore.

At the death of a shallow breath, the breaking
Waves bellowed ferociously. And the sea breeze,
Fragrant, with past memories forced my soul to sing.

Its melody she first heard when her toes felt
The rough sands of this free shore. Repercussive
Past sea currents flow by Orion’s belt.


VI.

The song ends and the radio exclaims the time.
It’s one, and the ocean’s melody is eclipsed by
A techno beat, as feet trample on wild thyme.

Her weary eyes, aim to shut the world outside,
But the constant yell of two imposed sages,
Force her eyes to observe chaos far and wide.

The merry sages laugh at these impressions,
Trickling hypocrisy twinkle in their gaze:
Mere fools reluctant to part from these sessions.

Forsooth, she stayed, waiting for the passing clock,
But it lay dead on the wall. Hanging her hope,
She beseeched the sages to leave that free dock.

Walking amid the crowd came a drunken fly,
Punctured its needle on the tender thigh flesh,
Taking her blood, keeping it within the sky.

Instantly lost, the sages could not be seen,
She broke in a desperate race; escaping
The foaming shore, breeze, and the eternal sea.

The girl that at five fifteen knew what she is,
Now in freedom, wandered lost, seeking guidance.
At the end it doesn’t matter if she found it.


VII.

Past and Future converged in a vast free sea.
I am all that I see, and they are all me,
And when some answers are meek, silence persists.

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Destiny guides some paths but most remain free.