perhaps it was found on his molten wings
a message inscribed with the sun in discarded gleams
bleeding into the sand
in a scalding froth receding receding in his burning hand:
"purity of intention is the only one
and indivisible dream" but those who found
this had floated to the shore
kept silence
for a thousand years or more.
mary angela douglas 5 october 2020
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