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“O melodies above me in the infinite, To you, to you, I rise.” Waves wings wantonly Ceaselessly untied, Arriving Shell like rockets launch Crash snap crackle Pop, salty seize machine like Turbulent stock Whips, snap snap viper tongue song sung Come come trenchant crest roll roll on and in Assuredly ashore no Wear now left to rise or dip Or run. Landing gears Locked n loaded descendants oceans wheel on in, No flights no attendance sandy pads porous grains landing strips noisy moistures meat meet kissed sure, Froth n bubble toil no trouble Coming, in, no hide no seek no hurried worry Coming crashing wave ready or wave knot Knot Tied not tide nor tired Long diss stance long swim swum Salty briny swirling waters wave to know won Weight for no man, Each won waved, Each man mounted board? run run crashing crying waves one riotous rhythm come Come sure sure she ashore we arrives unique, No pleasantries, no invitation, no pre tense, Shows up goes down Down, down where dead men lie, lay, loose Down not feather like, Warm waving salty seize pleased not soft nor delicate delectable Winner winner chicken dinner take What comes! Every wave a wanton winner Ride or miss Take or pass Lined up men women waiting waiting For better daze or waves, sew sew Roll up roll up stitched up kewpie dolls and carnival Knowledge, circus waves circuitous top dead tent her? Clowns collude as salty sea comes inn Drink up drink up a salty see cock tale Shaker, a savage sea, a wanton wave A dead beat ocean rolls in Relentless, Never pausing never resting Ever ready ever charged See si si, wave came comes hides in Sandy Crevice, then rite fully Runs away sucked out Spat ripped tired tows two see, how far won? Can next see sea? On flotsam Sure the briny bodies float On currency the long bored lads do loaf, SUP SUP bored tables turned as men Oh pause, as men tell health, as men try hard two tame and Dominate the wanton waves, Twinned finned thrusting slicing dicing They think with death, Re Entry, re Turning re High high con test score, winner garland winner waves vic tore he ass? Spin seed spin store he’s? sponsored mag a zines tag like reel Tele photo snap snap crap crap So shall Medea? Turning nature turning tricks, a circus a buffoon think king de Light, and wave? And wave? And wave what watt aloud this two happen? She waving, still, she re treats And simply disappears She simply re Turns from wench she came, Horizons holla No fuss no bother no hoi polloi Little wave of little recognition She simply picks her finer salty briny skirts And Flows and flows and flows onwards Upwards outwards inwards Every wear No fear no plan no route No method in her salty madness Glad to be or not to be of manly service. Bored boards tables turned Horses highly ridden buy mealy men Winning hard, wining harder whining Most Lee shortly surely? Dominate the risen swell Take ova sucked out or inn. Wave On any sun Day, mid weak waves on Wednesday Point brake? Point less? Rip curl? Branded numb Bores? Spin Stirred Spon sired? Frothing fans glee girl buoyed Puberty blues a southern beachy story Girls who can and do Wet suit? Neck tide? Waste coat? Secretary of Split Sea Towelled cracks dental floss Chaired man of the bored Why sit why wait? Get on it! Girls and curls! Girls CAN do anything, Why yes of course they can! Orifice barer? Minute minutes kept Pencilled inn Paddled out Glass fibres sun burns bikini Rises. Straight too sure! Comp pet tit shone? Jet? Sun? Thank god for small mercies The ocean sea The relentless shore. 🙏♾️🔥♾️🌊🏄♀️♾️🔥💚✅ |
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