Some have whimpered;
some have sung;
some have gone
to the edge of the sea
and tried to lift it up,
like a rumpled duvet
after a restless night,
to lift it up
and resettle it,
on a hopefully tranquil bed.
But the sea is engaged
with its own temperament.
The mother of the sea
is a god in torment.
The sea is an animal.



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