Nighttime and the heart hangs stiff
amongst waves that slowly drift
Towards shores of golden words
stuck fastidiously in secure glass jars
hinting glinting reflections of skylit stars
moving in binary quotients
of digital waves and touch screen motions
bobbing weariless in hopeful flotation
to be washed ashore
gliding over silken sands of your palm
or morosely marooned in silent shatter
to mimic your calm.
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