Do you think it’s true
that there’s a door to a enchanted coastal room
buried somewhere in a dune.
Games of brinkmanship they have now closed
this is a place not for mere mortal minds
That fold and stare at the glow of a dark star
casting luminous shadows
having lost those in the sky above
to a paper breezing through the street.
Insula isolation found
where a pendulum swings above the
Waves that erase the readers queries each day
Idle hands leading you away
from secret caves underneath
the peaceful fallen leafs.