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| Kill Devil Hills, NC |
with yourself,
you can't shake it,
who you are
and what you want,
bruising yourself
for what's hovering
just out of reach,
dark and yearning,
aesthetically adrift,
flooded with words
and no place to stand.
You won't fake it,
give in to the urge
to drive toward the sea
until you run out of road,
climbing a dune
to lean on the wind,
salt mist in your lungs,
a continent at your back,
and open before you
the unbroken curve
of the tides, to launch
in the screams of gulls.
