From beyond the Zoo






































With the ballerina mini-hippo:

Lil' waves lapping at the shore
What are they saying to me?

Loose ends of a crying industry
Await music of tremoring palm trees
The sand melting until like skin
Dreamless sleep makes the nights long

The ocean pleads like a lover
Lost in a drought of memories
Familiar faces push forward by the tides


Mixed naked as the changing sun.

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