You cannot suffocate beneath that tide

You cannot suffocate beneath that tide
by Gideon Burton

You cannot suffocate beneath that tide
of quiet moons unsheathing overhead.
No matter the illusion of the spread
of silence, breathing trees and valleys wide
enough to span horizons in the dried
and slaty desert thrive -- though pressed and bled
of all the singing voices that have fled
throughout those measures, marked upon the wide
plateau of thought, the thinning rays of age.
I had considered other ends, the scents
of moistened bark recalling me, the taste
of ripened mornings scant of garish sounds.
But all of that has crumbled, ended, spent --
so many blasted pollens in the waste
of this, my wayward hope all out of bounds.

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