Lost

You’ve lost your memory
And you say the sea buries
Your dead
Your memory’s

Your last thoughts
The redemption
The joy that passes understanding
Stolen moments
Forgotten

And every 7 days
The world reinvented
And you take it literally I suppose
Because who has a heart as generous and pliable as the sea

God and man
Floating in a sea of transgression
And only you figured it all out

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By

Susan Easton

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