Out of reach

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  1. Posted June 3, 2025 at 4:15 am | Permalink

    By the coast ;

    Firstly greetings
    Then to commune
    And indicate where
    You feel drawn it’s dawn
    Sounds initially
    Pitch perfect rhythm
    Oceans movement hush
    Fly by with whoosh a thrush
    Nattering gulls glide the breeze
    I join with ease yes please
    Into the silence no violence
    Just fish in the sky a salmon
    Alright we’re jammin
    Descriptions may vary with time
    Best I think to mime and smile
    This may take a while
    The idea sphere with words
    Images are clear and announced
    Don’t land but blend
    Familiar shapes disappear
    Am I being clear ?
    Tuned in its not a sin .

    Anthony Mc Gann
    1/3/25. 04:10.

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