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By Vinayak on March 15, 2022 March 27, 2022
When I walk back to this beach I walk back from years apart, a life away, Years of growing out of this narrow coast, Growing into the things and people I now enjoy Out in the bigger world. When I walk back to this beach, I find a beach grown fuller with the world, Somehow bigger but smaller too, Not that first little beach, my beach. I walk myself back only to find The beach has walked itself forward.
This beach I’ve walked back to Is not that old bed of stillness and weight, That blotter for my rage, The place that taught me fear The night I saw, washed up on its flank, A bloat of flesh and bone, A raft of violence done: A trussed up, cut-up murder That was once a living, feeding mind Who, like me, may have walked to that beach, Empty, lonely, hoping For stillness and weight, Who may have raged like me, And then feared like me. No cops marked the scene, No witnesses, no noise, no moon— Only the perpetua
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