Friday, 30 May 2014

A new poem…


Hale: sound of body; sound of body breathing
in with out; a lifetime’s lifetides ebb with flow,
full with empty; inhale, exhale; endlessly
repeating, pulsing, pushing the breath that moves
the brain; the source; the beating drum; ceaselessly
calling the surge within marking mariners’ time.

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