The beach's tears have been wrung out like a sponge. Possibly a close-up of a huge blank page, of a book's initial letter Written during the all-revealing night of loneliness. As I move forward, I can see the ocean's far shore. Each invertebrate that becomes stranded becomes a spineless choice. Continually pricked by birds' flashing beaks, The tracks I leave behind are ones I'm embarrassed of. Loop And the united ostracisms of the shells. Soon, complicit water will once again cover everything. But only until the conviction this evening. The poem depicts a sense of loneliness and isolation that the poet is experiencing. The first line, "The beach's tears have been wrung out like a sponge," creates a metaphorical image of the beach being emptied of its emotions, much like a sponge being squeezed of its water. The following line, "Possibly a close-up of a huge blank page, of a book's initial letter," further emphasizes the feeling of emptine...