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Aug 2016
On the way to where I am.

Millions of ripples to ******* me clasped by the giantess
we know as the sea

each wavy line is a sign that she's speaking to me
and only the moon knows my love of this
when the stars kiss the sky
I feel I could die
in the giantess we know
as the sea.

There's another homecoming when the tide's running tight in
a place where the night meets the day
far away from the torturous sounds of the  street
from the bustle and blare and odd people you meet

I'm on my there to be where I am

I share this plan with my maker
the one I call the caretaker
he like the giantess speaks to me,
whispers
only to the sea
that's in every drop of me.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  67/Here and now
(67/Here and now)   
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   --- and Piotr Balkus
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