Beaches

 The chasm I can fathom when I close my eyes to dream

The canopy of shady branches shaking leaves breeze

The magnitude of earth and sky moving as it does

To escape the greatness of what never was

Alas dear reader weep and dream

And with a stick

In the sand

paint a line on the beach for me 

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