Tuesday, August 31, 2010

The Lighthouse

cold bitter biting fog pinpricks on your nose and cheeks step after step can't see the end of the road ahead lost in clouds lost in thought lost in history

pull your coat close shiver sniff blink your eyes against the cold heavy rock and heavy feet and heavy brume slick wet rock into a slick wet ocean

horn blast tiptop points flicker of light flashing into open sea salt and silt condensation in your hair and eyes and coat and toes fading into a nothing of endless water endless salt the endless flutter of endless waves

green peaks out from grays and browns and oranges and a stark red in a stark landscape breeze wind pull up your collar against the ephemeral mistral shiver chill into your skin looking for evidence of life out there.

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