SEASHORE
the earth stops shuddering
the prattle of wind and frogs and crickets resumes
a torrid inflated night
fetid with saltwater and palmtrees and fishingnets
an opaque miasma
where all directions dematerialize
and time is measured by counterfeit miles
Sleep couldn't be further away
Ahila Sambamoorthy
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