Untitled..... Poem by delilah contrapunctal.... yes, that's how I intended to spell it.........

Untitled.....



the old ones call it The Tongue.....
it has cast its stone-sand length into the sea....
it is lapped and licked by many small tongues....
at ebbing time its roots and vessels are exposed....
...this place where change and ever-being are one.....

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