Hippocampus


This little empire of driftwood and debris
is unconcerned with paradox or Christianity.
It sweeps and ebbs and flows
demanding just a sunburn; giving endlessly.

The beach buries the bark
from nearby woods;
bacteria bite
and burgundy blooms.

I do apologize to these
unsuspecting microscopic beasts
for any smorgasbords I may have
interrupted.

It seems that at the price of
dividing, conquering, invading, colonizing,
I have imposed upon these pagans
the benevolent dictatorship of Hippocampus.

As far as these immortalized
pixels are concerned it
would seem that I have won.
But entropy will have the last word.

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