I came to explore the wreck
but the ocean had gotten there first
sand dozers and bilge filling tendrils
of the surf had been at the behest of
high-hat waves,
seagulls worrying over something in the
kelp I did not want to see.
There were the cliffs and myself,
waiting, together,
for our own ruin.

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