On the Rocks
After Melancholy, by Edvard Munch J E A N M A Z LY M I A N , YO R K U N I V E R S I T Y
He sat on the rocks by the shore Staring at the sea The waves pulsating, Encroaching upon The torn sands, A dark and muted brown reaching greater and greater Lengths with each attempt And the shifting sands beneath him Become amorphous Engulfed by the Waves swirling, Tearing at the shore and Pulling back into the light blue expanse
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