Arrhythmia

Let slide writ waves on line
Though everyone else
Only hears half-lies
Infinity is our half-life

Chemical
Coastline
Where waves break
And stained glass shines

Ancient lotuses
Covered in hard rime
Radiating photic
Caffiene and dopamine

Green ivy on the
Shoreside redwoods
Turned a silvery
Gunmetal grey

Pogonip in canopies
Lake bath bombs, glittery
Its shape slowly swirling
Through the high leaves

A

Murmur
Palpitation
Irregular
Flutter

Rhythmically
And rhapsody

Shape of the waves
Beating on return
To the same coast
But stained differently

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