They drive down to the beach

Inside the wheels of metal architecture.


To snare the waves

And sunburnt stars.


To trace the tides

Back to the whirlpool.


To hunt the mermaids

Behind the rocks.


To conquer marine lands

Of delicate jewels.


To bruise the heavens

With instruments of sight.


To chain the sky and sea

Into one topography.


Submitted: April 09, 2018

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This is a beautiful poem. ^^

Tue, April 10th, 2018 12:25am

tom mcmullen

Thank you, I'm glad you enjoyed it.

Tue, April 10th, 2018 1:20am

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