Poem – “Make Way for Oceans” – Modern Romanticism – 1/13/2022

In this sleep,
Brought on by the snow.
Each corner we weep,
Driven low.
Playing the harp in the cold,
Staying the heart on its old
Among frost and loss.

Situate, instigate
Tides of nocturnal wrath
To keep the fever.

Oceans come,
Hands will leave,
After the first wave.

Recession in this stage,
Regression to the page.
Becoming still, the story
That buried eyes beneath a curtain.
Blind in the softness
Of snow.

Make way for oceans,
Bleeding our old smiles along.
Create a path for sickly motions.
A pretense, an absence,
A lie caught red-handed in the wash
Upon heavy eyes,
Beneath the immaculate sand.

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