Under the Midnight Pearl by K.D. Lovett

He sails with 
the murky silence 
a silhouette 
behind islands of light
Composed of whispers 
without secrets 
he waits to be read 
like velvet braille
He stands outside 
the boundaries demanding attention 
distilling his thoughts 
with the desert breeze
Measured in remorse 
forgotten tomorrow 
his frozen jewels 
from a whiskey afternoon 
poured onto concrete
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