The tide was coming in
Ralph found himself walking on a
narrow strip
of firm beach
Understanding his thoughts in the
two side of the triangle
maze...
where every part is an improvisation
the tide was coming in
an assembly for cleverness
not
for laughing, or fun
the tide,
was coming in
the beast, falling off
the log
but after all the tide was coming in...
the beast, like the darkness on the island
the beast... the worn out
grass
the grey roses
all around the conch
While the tide was coming in
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