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a wink over the shoulder
large as the ocean —
with wave following wave to the edge
coom barrooom —
It is the cold of the sea
broken upon the sand by the force
of the moon —
In the sea the young flesh playing
floats with the cries of far off men
who rise in the sea
with green arms
to homage again the fields over there
where the night is deep —
la lu la lu
but lips too few
assume the new — marrruu
Underneath the sea where it is dark
there is no edge
so two —
