Return to shore. To the beating place of water and sand. Go as the sun bends below land. Come in pain. Show the imprint of pain to the gulls. Walk to the surf. Lie on the water. Listen to the beating heart. Listen as the rocks are deafened into sand. As the future disappears. Bury the head below the water and into the ground. Open the eyes to the sand and salt. That red pain. Our great teacher. Sharpen the shape of the other one. The scent of the skin. Bereft. Stronger now than the brine at the nostril. In a hole covered in shells. Find the beloved body. No fear to warm it. A flickering heart like a ctenophore. Still beating to you.
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