The Empty Quarter

Black Cadillac,
silver waves,
along the forever sea.

Shift it into neutral,
allow it to slide over,
setting the beast free again.

When you go under,
the children dive down,
to catch you,
but you refuse their fingers.

So you sink,
touching sabertooths,
the dead things,
my first things.

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