I breathed the air of summer standing there,
The wax of human thought.
I dreamed the summer madness of their cries,
The sand-less creatures brought.
I see the summer colours of their skin,
Melting of the waters.
Splashing in the madness of their eyes,
Haunter of the winter sun.
Chained to the garland of an empty sea
Spilling green entrails,
Porter of the thunderous sun; I watch
The beasts of summer tides,
Losing flesh that soaks the yellow skies.
Praising in their holy song,
Enjoying the summer sun while it rides
The flesh along the shore,
A fleeting moment in a motionless
Throng of screaming gulls.
A calling for summer in that fleeting
Air, I am pulled into their
Song, dancer of the starlight shade;
Dancing in the still waters,
Foaming in the birth of a new tide,
Flesh like jellyfish, pink
And soon to smoulder in the ashes of
A burnt out summer sun.
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