Texel Lighthouse
T Tom Billsborough
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On high dunes, the lighthouse stands.
Scarlet stem, white collar,
Its transparent brain obeying automated commands.
It casts a pencil shadow out to sea,
Mirroring its beam.
Time's instrument too,
Sundial marking out the sands
Where tides sweep in obliterating Time.
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