your voice (glistens)

your voice crashes
over me like waves
it roars and collapses
and recedes leaves me
parched, thirsty.
it pulls with the tides
it glistens in the moonlight
a rip tide it pulls me out
further and further.

[circa the “zen” journal 2005]

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