Perceptions

The sun hangs in the sky
like a red moon
over alien landscape
gray clouds are soaked up
by the deep span of ocean
that ripples away
from the pebbled beach
slowly drying as
I stand on its banks
the ocean recedes as
it consumes the sky’s final gray
I can see the seabed now
and step into its depth
dry earth around me
as my shuffling feet
stir up a dust storm
that rages against
the now clear sky
possessing that red moon
and the water surrounds me
as I slowly drown.


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