

wheatfields of 1964 You were in love with the sea's shadow,wheatfields of 1964 by *Pink-Promise
With the seashores sporadically effaced by white foam,
we'd pretend our feet were like powerful razor blades,
slicing the sand until it wept.
I felt such an ardent wave inside of me,
Like I could topple the skyscrapers of Chicago into the ocean, and dissolve their office lights into sound waves
Flickering adrenaline, surging from the raw ground.
We were entranced by our fleeting metaphors,
Your hair to the tides, ebbing, chasing a lost crescent
Until that razor sheared away our ebon metaphors
It was not our wandering feet that dissolved our silhouette verses
But 'a small growth', said the
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