For the shore could not - Edit 1

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For the shore could not - edit 1

We stepped into stolen lives,
our mistakes forgotten -
like the sleepyhead in the back seat:
dreams 
seeping in 
through the earphones -
or identities less consequential:
Curious,
tailless memories
dotting a landscape of tedium.

The day was no more a prison
than the night,
the dark as comforting a sanctuary 
as the crowd.
We brought wood to the fire
for warmth and smell.
We brought stillness to the river
for the shore could not.




For the shore could not

We stepped into the stolen lives
Our mistakes forgotten
A clean slate
The somnolent youth in the back seat
Of the bus
In a land of dreams 
seeping in 
through the earphones
Or identities less consequential than his:
Curious,
Tailless memories
dotting a landscape of tedium

The day was no more a prison
Than the night
The dark no worse a sanctuary than the crowd
We brought wood to the fire
For warmth and smell
We brought stillness to the river
For the shore could not.