gale

the bubbling sea is moaning in the

depths of its heart, flailing titans arms in the crests

the coursing caps like vinyl slipping broken needle edges

exhaling bass and roaring blood, brine &

shit. The drums are like crickets and feeling the ocean,

the consciousness breaking upon one another in tidal formations,

seething armies of crabs in the dunes, mountains of coral

like Ohio, plain in and unspoiled but rotting beneath the

picketed surface we

all spill out and across one another

writhing

& frothing

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