A Blind Man Looks At the Sea
Let me be sighted in the seawash,
Late waves, back eater
That curls as foam under the Moon,
My face pulled to the tide
My eyes brothers in salt,
No startlight,no endlight,
Gulls sing at the first wind,
Slight song,the wind changes
Direction in my ears;
Let me drink all this;
Ebb and flood,wind and sea
Wind and sea, ebb and flood.
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