Torsten (WASN)

was,
engrossed in
cross eyed blue.
then I see,
the sea comes
upon you.
colour crashes.
for one moment
lines collide and
water lashes out
against us.
the air grows
cold and airless.
unbroken road
made cruel and
careless by the
way we walk
alike, treading
surely to one side
and stepping on
the accident.
that the land
that created
will claim us.
that the earth
we take of does
desert us.
that any man
we make god
is destroyed.

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