Opel

Opel

A distant beach, miles away from land
An ebony totem standing upright on ebony sand
A dream in the gray mist
On the distant beach
The pebble that stood alone
A battered piece of wood, half burned
Warm shallow waters caress shells
And the valves shine
A naked and sinuous carcass, rigid
It glistens as flies burrow into the flesh, empty road
Dried tears
The wrinkled linen creaks, tall reeds
They are a ring of summer grey, around the man
Standing on the ground
And I search
I search
To find you
I live
I offer
To find you
I live
I live
And I search
Offer