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1 The ocean flows through raindrops and snow silk curls and circulates off tongues in sleepy words- drowning, manipulating careless longing.
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The trees and the flowers fall together into death, and you you rain down to wash us free to live.
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Salty sorrow sinks down inside you; you raise up roaring.
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I'd rather swallow a blood soaked sword then the streaks of death I didn't make.
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Serene by the shores softly tip-toes in the sand.
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Butterflies swim in and out swooping up- within an orange mist- and down and you are a blue mist.
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You smolder Atlantis in a stranger's shielded gaze.
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The moon, with its smear, its smirk and passion, with its rationing generator of dreams, is my lover- and like a lover I inhale the creations of its soul and like a lover I dance and scream and moan at night in day- and she leads me home.
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Once Johnny Castaway held my eye.
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I thought the sea was as warm as a snake's heart smeared across Nevada concrete, and then as cold as the white storm swirling in the blistering blue orbs of a wolf's eye.
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You remind her to close her eyes and run.
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Our tears are sacrifices so that the ocean may always wave. A tide's tears wash away the dolphin blood.
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The people are screaming. The ocean must be remembering. . . . . . .
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