The Gatherer Empties It All

The sea gathers love of sand scribbled on its shore
The ebbs leaving the wordless wet, cold and empty
And the world caving in–a cosmic rubble heap of nothingness
Motions–of slipping into appearance and
of slipping into disappearance–lines described and not–
a pure visual world

Meaningless sounds different from their absence
Lurk like what you feel

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