All the waves of
adversity I surfed
is it just me
or is this one worse?
all ideas that come from
and go nowhere
a sickness unto
something like despair
waves of fearfulness
waves of grief
no good news for two years
and still time steals like a thief
waves of longing
for the time machine
and did I only dream
those fields of green
I wish I could empty
this busted vessel
bang up the contents
with a mortar and pestle
chuck them to the
great great waves
find out just which
holy sailor saves
think about the waves
till I become something like them
lord you better watch for
your dikes when I strike them
what
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