Remoteness

Remoteness


And the world disagreed 

with its blood.
The wind blew away sanity
and today we pull
against the riptide.
Time and space, wooden shacks,
flew in an unknown direction
and love lays on the image
of a moon tired of unfaithful loves. 

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