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Sculpture & Poetry

by MA|DE



Vase with toy pearls and toy eyeball on top.




DRIFTER

On a clear night, the stars are fixed
as a stare and you climb through
sand like a minded child. You feel
you are being watched by the sky
and you are: shipwrecked.

Shiver because the night is cold
not because you are afraid. Listen,
there are many eyes with something
to say. Sharp gulls, lidless fish, crabs
of bright surprise, all beside the point.

Consider oval knots in driftwood,
open oysters with winking pearls.
Wade in the shallows of ebb tide
and catch the sterling gleam of
castaway abalone shells & treasure.

You can find comfort in their disquiet.
A richer world has cracked in a bottle
and the message that opens is clear:
your senses do not fail you, they only
speak in figures.

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[Distillate © HA&L + MA|DE {from the Greek bios} -- the course of a life.]