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Uvid memory

Maximious rage-

October’s hurricane

Dunes avulsed and shorn

Sharp edges of jagged sand

Like eroded bluffs

Before Entropy

Blears them smooth again

Brine spits up seashells

So pacative, now

With the soughing wind

And Virason’s tangy scent

Moon hovers in afternoon

Marsh rabbit peering out

Where sea-oats remain

In blinking sunlight

As November comes

With a gentle wave

And long, sad Shadow