I wet down to the waters edge to greet the tide,
but found my toes were sunk deep inside.
The ripples reflection was against my chin,
too distant to touch and too valuble to win.
My body and voice would once deplore,
to see the carcass float to shore.
To see the darkened eyes swullon in infection and the bloody face against a pale complextion.
My hands reached out to touch his wrinkled skin.
The sand quickly sucked me in.
The voice came from beyond the water,
as I opened his wallet to see the name of my father.
The sun would quickly forget its place...
Where I knew neither address of face.
That night got cold and wet.
He was an angel trapped in fates net.

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