You visit, and the death-hold loosens

You visit, and the death-hold loosens; you
brush past, and somewhere an old lark croaks

as if time was a luxury necessitated by the
passage of undulations and gradations of

sea-moments. It is not thus forever, or is it?
But that overshoots the issue, the issue being

the lark, its age and its croaking, earlier than
what was pre-ordained by the nuggets of sea-time.

This entry was posted in Poetry.

2 comments on “You visit, and the death-hold loosens

  1. “as if time was a luxury necessitated by the
    passage of undulations and gradations of

    sea-moments.”

    Those are truly beautiful lines. I love this poem.

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