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dusk arising

the downstream tide


.          running through midnite
.          and the shapes...
.                  there was the estuary
.                  a salvation
.                  for desperation
.                  an escape but
.          would he swim
.          after her...
.                    only one way to find out
 

.                            dark hulks departed
.                            upon the downstream tide
.                            of dancing moonlit waves
.                            thundering their diesel progress
.                            above greaser\'s music blasting
.                            to thwart a plea
.                            for silence
.                            as sleep found her bones            


.         morning came wet ...cold
.         and the river stank
.                   all over her but
.                   all around
.                   wildfowl cried at life
.                   whilst death stalked
.         in the unknown
.         but where...
.                    was that unknown now