Groynes 

a new poem written & read by Charles Bryant
Labial tissues merge as sunlight strikes these doors, these windows.
Closed eyes allow the subtle recreation, softer focus.
Paused breath floods the system with endorphins; lifts us gently
in pleasant harmonies of feeling and sensation.
Underground the great collider waits. Gives way the parting,
opens at my touch, quietly seethes with pure intensity;
sighs, stretches, trembles. These are the pillars to support
the inbuilt passion. These the arches where contention strives,
contrition knows its day is passing. In this arcaded vista
each turns to each and touches, suddenly rushes spontaneously
into arms that welcome and enclose. Collision; spattering; light-fields
scatter, matter meeting anti-matter; flesh embroiled with spirit.
The after-pulsing lingers, lengthens into time-lakes overspilling
the horizon; where lurks the entirely fabulous beast
who touches with disembodied hands the real, the potency.
At light-speed flee, but not escape; swift or slow, the shape
takes on always luscious curvature; sheer walls shine and bend;
whatsoever stumbles is possessed. At labyrinth's end
awaits the beautiful minotaur, black horns sheathed in gold,
with voice of music sweeter far than death, bellowing
multi-honeyed many-tongued abuse ricochetting
off his cavern walls; the while he changes to a rippled image
from a lusting anchoritic daydream; melds into perspective, glows.
Sand-walks; long groynes advance into the sea; silenced cannon
guard an empty ocean. Marram grass adopts prevailing winds
as foster-parents; bends into their touch and fondling, sighing.
Fades in salt air all that seemed apparent. What seemed so important
melts away.

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