orphaned over
and over
and over
as great ocean waves
crash relentless
underneath
an ashen
blasphemous
moon,
a pair of siblings
ancient forlorn,
wildly wrestling
emerge on a beach
like starfish stranded
or faded bleached
echoes of salt,
torn up, tousled
and worn,
catching merciful
breath they wait
for redemption’s
late feigned
impotent reach
in the wet sopping
cold weary night.
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