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I have great desire. My desire is great.

 

Paint, peeling in salty sunshine,

skin chewed from fingerends.

A flaking incantation, each letter cloud high,

each word catching the breath, throwing

it in the scraggy fashion of gulls

chasing chip paper.

 

Feet score up and down up

and down steps from the promenade

to beach to promenade

for the best view of sea

its horizon

and who is beyond it,

who is sometimes nearing

sometimes far away

and blurring from memory.

 

Someone else has done this

(painted it up there on brick) and someone

before them; and someone after today

will bridle again, and another, again.

Each of us hanging by our own tongue.