Carpet 4

by kholinar

We crossed a thought,
becoming more,
bridged the rot
that should have
fueled a pyre.

A crashing voice
cut under our approach.
“Never to launch,
never to land,
never a castle
on the sand.”

We started at the thought,
and glanced beneath
for comfort.

The journey’s hope
undone.
Your shores
are cliff-faced.

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