Introduction to the Dimension Shift Sonnet Cycle
Day at the beach
Harold wakes with sand in his mouth.
Intense sunlight and something hard and brown
Slowly comes into focus like a memory from youth.
Next to him is what looks like a bronze crown.
After a moment he realizes his mistake. "Better you than
Me." He addresses the empty shell of a horseshoe crab.
Everything is still blanched and harsh. His clan
Is nowhere to be seen and this drab
Stony, prehistoric remnant with dead eyes
Targets him like a freakish portrait of a warrior stranded,
Or of some dead relative with vision that pries--
No matter where in the room you landed--
Your very soul open like a Warhol soup keg.
He is brown. He has ten eyes. He has some legs.
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