In this moment,
In this moment frozen in time
Where danger is a memory
A distant memory
Drifting away on current
No wave, nor wind, hazardous
A slight miscalculation
Just the slightest mispeak
Could send words reeling end over end
And judgment is taken to task
Swiftly passing in a moment
Swiftly passing
Into spaces where they cannot be recalled
Into the sea
Drowning adrift
But hopelessly drawn
And hopelessly dawned
On a bitten tongue
Trying to reclaim the silence
Of a slack tide
©NP 11/11
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