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the sea is full of time
ekphrastic for Alfred Wallis’ 1928 ‘St Ives’
here is the River of Ocean run round
a salt breath barnacle careen
the sea is a circus of juggle
washed up
we lean to it ashore
in chimney rigging
a lamp dark scratch, the town
some sailor rests bones on the floor
are we not all caught up in the catch?
here’s wave the whale’s ridden
land’s tongue tied
some will say sea’s a machine
still days the night falls to
the sea is under lock and key
there isn’t an eye looks out
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