it’s not the sea, but from under - its smooth departure-
one last thing of a swell – a dazzle of dynamite- wet water
it’s framing - a hill becomes a mountain – water brushes through sands hair
expressing a child with nurture, otherwise a transformation into a hand waving spell–
the maturest touch, sea body scoops
experience declaring care, cry of sea salt wacking
surrounds loose movement rocking, bending as far as it goes
pour out, pour out – giant shapes of destiny
if now a sea, by which i express my love
it is a beautiful thing – as water (hollow) shifts its rising tides - wet
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