Space Crab Wants to Go Home

and furtive
fractured and crackling brain grenades
and all those small pressures
at the base of the spine
take your time on the empty streets
hours to unwind and rewire
break the pattern and revise
old words awoken, breathing
receiving a newer purpose
why would you do this
and cursed with another life.

Sea walls against concrete falls,
desalination of the Winter storms,
and the old Highway
like a sodden biscuit.

Last night was like all the others
complete without prophecy and divine
meeting the bleeding obvious,
but your name occurred to me at the strangest of hours
and clarity

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