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Shoreline(Teetering The Edge)

Beneath the moon I breathe  
the dripping-damp smell  
of primordial jungle  
on this untamed coast.  

The night strangles my senses;  
A never ending thought  
I chase across borders.  
 
I could be anything  
(a hermit, a smuggler, a rebel, a free-spirit)  
or another defeated dreamer  
driven by an urge  
I never grasp.  
 
In time  
I will always go  
whether I choose a direction  
or not...  
 
...or maybe  
the sea-salt erodes me  
the rain forest swallows me  
 
or I simply return  
from where I came.
mbass33
Written by mbass33 (matthew bass)
Published | Edited 4th Dec 2014
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