Silence of the Wind Entangling

Shameless straight walkways
leading to the ocean
odor of ripe shells

humid sand adhering rugous to the skin
and my ankles moving, moving without
rest

broken teeth dust grinding
nails dragging the flesh
and the void spring raising, raising without
blush

silence of the airs
gliding to no echo
sudden fall of voice

fingers grasping splinters
unashamed paths shining, shining to
nowhere.

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