Trudging
the yellow sand
While the
sea stands -
A massive wall
of undulating alum
I gather
pearls from open clam
Shells, that
lie scattered in the fog
Like cranberries
in a bog
Floating upon
a dancing sea
With senses
lulled by the tender breeze
I join dolphins
in unihemispheric sleep
I wake to
the sound of thunder and lightning
In a boat that
resembles a drum with no holding
I career
this way and that upon a violent sea
While rain falls
in torrents around me
My scream is
an echo that floats in from afar
Through squinched
eyes I spy a boatman with an oar
My spirits
rise, perhaps he would steer me to the shore?
He gives
out a blood curdling howl, I tumble and fall to the ocean floor.
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