The Sea
The black sea at night with whispering pale waves hissing towards my toes. The vast sea which reaches out in time and touches all. The cruel sea of many gifts. The sea of many voices hiding below peeking stars and the dark voids of clouds. The sea quiet now whose tide is away and whose hidden heart plays host to sand fleas and these thoughts. The old sea steaming to the hot touch of the deep earth. The soft sea who yields smoothly to the moons caress roaring and sighing in caves and ravishing the shores stones rubbing them into sand and feeding vast hordes of cannibal children. The sea mother of all longings whose womb of foam thrusts forth the most beautiful goddess giving color to her invincible eyes. The sea of emptiness who is my heart. The sea of passion who are my thoughts. The sea of dreams made of young girls asses. The sea of kisses the sea of kisses. The sea to whom I shout these meaningless desires and from whom no answer is expected. The sea who watches space with so many odd vibrations. The sea who reaches into women with invisible strings and conspires with the moon to draw their blood. The sea who reaches into me and pulls the pen to skip and jump black semen/menses on the page. The sea reflecting stars and mountains in lead smoothness. The sea I desire naked on a chill afternoon mad. The sea nothing is real sea of imagined past and unknowable future. The sea everything is real sea of hurricane winds blowing the heads off waves. The sea whose wings are clouds kissing some monk on a mountain. The sea whose birds flew by me today shitting in the square of the moon. The sea who holds the ship lifting and settling. The sea whose wealth we grab. The sea whose wealth we exchange for our garbage. The sea who we keep killing and killing who laughs and kills us back. The sea all glittering demi-infinity beyond the cliff in nights other horizon. The sea who enters a young girls eyes and fills her with longings fears and dreams. The sea at sunrise hissing. The sea at noon far from land reaching to splash the suns face. The sea at sunset. The sea at midnight in me in me in my moon blood.
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