I shouted shazam and open sesame but the sea remained calm and did not part waves for me so I staged a rebellion with a bucket and *****, dug out a channel, the sea then obeyed and with a thunderous roar the white horses skipped across sand dunes which dipped into whitened salt meadows where nothing of any significance grows.

Then the sea changes faster than the human eye can see and comes back in a foam dress and as if in 3D it seems to swallow me and spit me out to swallow me and yet my mouth still went dry.

I ran before the running of the waters that were coming and their target could be,
Moses and
he composes epistles in the rooms of his saviour and sends notes in a basket to float down the river and end in a channel which I dug out from memory.


meanwhile somewhere happening

Noah a Goan said, go on I'll build it and filled it with freaks from the circus in town and while down on the Downs looking for pro forma brides dressed in long flowing Gowns made from gossamer wings a troubadour sings to a wandering albatross.

In the end.

it comes back to devotions, the mass of the oceans, the audience applause and we are just ****** that give out a meaning for free.
I will not break my heart if the sea does not part for me I shall just write some poetry until the waters recede.