Sea, see, I go down to the Sea, see, I’m pounded by thetide, I’d really rather missed it:elsewhere, in the Med, theAdriatic, waters rise, butwithout the constant changing of the tideyou might’ve missed it. What’s past is prologue*what’s past is nowwhat’s here is nowthe here and nowis not what we imaginedand the past looks goldenthrough rosy […]
Transapocalyptic #poetry #earthweal
Nelsapy 