ContinuumA Poem by K. LouisDays move in and out like the tide sometimes calm, rhythmic other times tribal erratic like a wild disturbed beehive in the forest or aunty’s hair cut from funeral shore rocks will show lines, face might too and every night sun the giant orange will burst citrus across the sea like a good f**k not a care in the world where the clothes land.
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