The Relentless Enchroachment of the Sea, by Brian McLean
As read to you by Brian McLean
The relentless enchroachment of the sea,
Slowly washes away everything in front of me.
First the beach, and then the cities, which is real bad,
Even though the sea is pretty.
We build a sea castle, but the sea washes it away.
Tomorrow we may not be here, but we enjoy the sea today.
By Brian P. McLean
Could not find the spool of yellow mound
Over limpid green or under fallow ground
Or brook, gurgling gargling orange effluence.
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By Brian P. McLean as read to you by Brian P. McLean
You are become a frozen lake.
A thing inscrutable to itself.
A temporary bridge for animals.
An icy skin stretched across flesh and bone. Continue reading A Frozen Lake →
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