ocean water
clean across toes
deep staring
eyes lost between
horizon and forever
teats carving
driftwood log
totem protection
incisions cut as revisions
as free men
close their empty eyes
moon light voids
lost children
with nowhere to go
what
it all really means
soulless white men
color sand to only
their liking
old men dream
knowing what
painted mirrors concede
sun drying
waves sighing
driftwood totem
toes buried in the sand
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