The monoliths rise
Above the glassy waters
Every morning it seems
With messages from the deep
To be paid attention to
Because impossible
They've found a way
To stay upright
In the all-consuming jungle
A certain grace of posture
The offer
Of a shore
With all sacred meaning
Taken care of
For you
You can lay there if you choose
On the beach all day
Try to keep your worries away
The beauty of the cliffs
More or less permanent
Has been supplanted
By the impermanent kind,
Scores of Asian girls
Posing in the waters
Vexing themselves
Into the allure
Of images
To share with the world
In a way the jagged cliff face
Never will
Still, clouds form
Themselves out of
Those shapes
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