Grey. (Low Tide)

make art the bed,
ashore.
a paper dune
that caters to
the fold.
the moonlight satirists
demanding
satisfaction/
satisfaction,
they

speak

bold.

they
sleep with me,
dear.
I am,
grey.
my cold hand,

reach.
attending near
the
warmer,
fleeting shallows
on dry land.

here I am but
a catalyst;

_______.

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