the yellowed bone held still through his septum
shone soft with sunlight
and through the dry air you could see his eyes
reflect the shimmer of sea tides.
he sat on shore
spine straight to stony head
with yellow sand stuck between naked toes
and lotus legs.
black ink crumpled
in the crevices of his forehead
covering a mind still wandering,
sparkle showing without a word said.
his ears all-hearing
and smile all-knowing
and through his voice
projected; everything.















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