journal entry

the urge to write and record
excavating an old, black,
empty tome from attic reaches,
a gift from an old heart
never put to use.
an inscription inside papered over
denial of the unforgotten past
who would guess then
the endeavor began,
the sorrows laughter and joys cried;
eerie earful masochist predictions.
kneeling on a shore of
discarded dragon scales
i scrawled the words of
a well remembered poem
my own construction
onto the face of a rock,
grounded firmly on the beach
with a flat rock i scraped the rhyme
into the neolithic blackboard
a sacrifice left bare and virgin
for the river god to swallow;
a stain to lick off its cracked teeth
with a grimace, its transience
washing away with the already rising tide,
assured its posterity.
i signed my name and cast the rock
into the gently, swelling surf


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