-Jon Moore
Sculpted from tides
Liquid chopped sides
Going to come again
Hard to say
Where or when
Sands of time
Rest on these shores
Gnarled
Scraped
Shaken
Fallen
Mountain tops melted
Residing in these sculpted shears
For this moment only
In all of earth’s years
-Right here today on the Bo Bay
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