Georgina Townley (Auckland, New Zealand)
The sea lies; sleeping giant.
Why don't you ask it of immortality?
Walk to the ocean's gate,
When the moon is swollen white,
Holds the sea in chains.
What do you know of immortality?
A metal sheet with a sheen
That in its folds
Catches the glint
In the waking sun's eye.
As it sullenly shifts
At the moons command,
Bathed in an eternity of solitude
It watches, but cannot touch.
We think we are lonely
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