Boiling Over Walt Marie
I find myself searching for the sea;
Floating;
Mavericks break upon the shore
inside;
Cymbals splatter inchoate foam;
Symbols;
Teahupoo surf behind lowered eyes,
splash in;
Welcome to boiling over nature,
my head.
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