Walk naked
Into the waves
Vacant visionaries drawn
By moons magnetism
The attraction of what is without
To what is
50's radio stack
emanations
Concentric circles pulse
Sirens coming down
To their own song
Melodies surreal and dripping
Ominous haunted spaces
Identities calibrated
Serenades to eternity
Waves lap ankles
Cold impotent
Measured pace
Limbs sway
embrace
Trough and peak
Walk into the deep
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