That
death will break this salt-fresh cockle-hand
is simply wisdom. Horror not,
nor pain
poison the sunlight, though they haunt the brain.
The fact casts
shadows which have paralysed the will
in error, for these shadows cannot kill
Fearing
becomes reflection
.....................................rippled
in a stream
..............................................................of
thought
...........................................upon
the sand
where death will break this salt-fresh cockle-hand. |