| The sea has broken in and unconstrained |
| Where once a pedestal and words appeared |
| The beach alone lies now, unread, unstained |
| And footprint, footnotes, never long remained |
| Time is still longer, nor has ending neared. |
| The sea has broken in and unconstrained |
| It washed away in ages since who reigned |
| What they accomplished, why they thought men feared |
| The beach alone lies now, unread, unstained |
| If, I say - if - an immortal long trained |
| Weak ancient and returning eyes that once had sneered |
| (The sea has broken in and unconstrained) |
| What could Ozymandias find how 'er he peered |
| One tooth perhaps, washed up of how he'd leered |
| The beach alone lies now, unread, unstained |
| No humble hermit crab some shard has drained |
| To make its home in coils of marble beard |
| (The sea has broken in and unconstrained) |
| The beach alone lies now, unread, unstained |
Friday, July 12, 2019
The beachcomber formerly known as Ozymandias
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