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| Duck, NC |
Our bestial hungers
Are not what they once were
When last we walked the surf
Yet here we are
Giving it a go
Barefoot in the calm and hissing night
Looking into our own hearts
Sharing what we see there
The Atlantic saying
Yes Yes
Each footfall in wet sand
a bloom of phosphorescence
Yes Yes Yes
Rolls from pier to pier
A soft collapse and a recession
A soft collapse and a concession
A soft collapse and a confession
