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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required for a man whose eyes till now were a bed of rock whose hands were drier than deserts the sea's voice drove fear up through the valley the tributaries meandering inside me longing for outlet shrivelled even as their own courses became straight my demand for ocean died now the ocean approached the clouds put up with a lot of invective from me today not a stone lay upon the earth in its right place the valley upheaved into a mountain and the sea froze the hardness in me was all fluid - i cried to be melted away i could not bring myself down into the green pastures or lay myself out amidst fruits and believe the sun the truth i'd been stumbling towards i hated the heart of the sayings of those i'd killed enchanted my ears my instinct was to turn and run inland forever and on the morrow i went down to the sea and stood for a long time for the waters to calm me i let my feet root among the shingle and seaweed and my mind bobbed on the cove's waves absorbing their rhythms what i had come for i found looking for me - and the green world conceiving inside me smashed through my skin (b) the sheer stupidity of the sea going on and on mounting the land and falling away again gathering to itself a compendium of its own tricks not thinking that any one cares which way the tides alter the look of the beach but just doing it like an animal because it has to - having nothing else it could reasonably do and remain sea it's that stupidity in all its sheerness that people (unable to admit in themselves) find to worship in water - and that's why they can't get it out of their dreams and (near it) regress into children (the only unashamed animal-bit they have left in themselves) all classrooms should be down by the sea
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