Vast bands of sky and sea and sand
layered like rock strata,
the sand’s seaweed veined skin
pulled tight by wind, the sea
welded flat to the shoreline;
white crested waves crumble
chalk into flint grey water,
granite clouds press down hard
enough to sharpen a blade on.
This landscape runs through me
as I run through it, crack it
open and you’ll find me there,
a seam of something different
caught between it’s layers.
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