Far below the cherished wash Of thoughts and broken dreams long gone Arose the ruins of a sea forlorn Whose empty shell had whispered once 5 Of crystal kings and a foolish dunce Who dance upon the antipodes as one: Twins intending to divide their terrors Between their parents faith and error; Faith had blanched their darker bloods 10 And error slowed spurred Pride to good. The shore's resources of forgotten flotsam Littered glittering shallows with the gems Of moments mangled but never lost In all our ocean's roaring, cherished wash.
From the collection "Miscellany"
Written by Gregg Glory [Gregg G. Brown]
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