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“Moby ****  Herman Melville <•> ~for the lost at sea~ after a year of saltwater absence and abstinence, return to the island caught between two land forks surrounded by river-heading flows bound for the ocean great joining the Atlantic welcomes the fresh water fools, bringing with them hopefully, but hopeless gifts of obeisances, peace-offerings endeavoring to keep their infinite souls sea accepts them then drowns the warm newcomers in the unaccustomed deep cold salinity, which sometimes erodes sometimes preserving their former freshwater cold originality I’m called to depart my beach shoreline  unarmed, no kayak, sunfish or glass bottomed boat needed, walk on water and my toes, ten eyes to see the bottom, no depth perception limitation, reading the floor’s topography, millions of minion’s stories infinite, many Munch screaming god’s foot, heavy upon my shoulders, a daytime travel guide, hired for me, not a friendly travel companion,  nope, God a pusher showing off a drug called deep water salvation, designated for the masses, can handle large parties my in-camera brain  eyes, record everything for playback - the lost and unburied, bone crossword puzzles walk shore to ship, on soles to souls, is this my new-summer nature welcome back greeting? puzzled at the awesomeness of vastness, conclude this clarification for me of the occluded-deep, is a stern reminder of my insignificant existence, my requirement to walk humbly, spare my sin of vanity, and forgive my trespasses upon the lives of others perhaps then the infinite of my soul perchance restored, older visions clarified and future poems will write themselves and sea to it my predecessors be better remembered Memorial Day 2018
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May 28, 2018
May 28, 2018 at 11:53 AM UTC
“the sea... jeeringly...drowned the infinite of his soul...to wondrous depths...he saw God’s foot upon the treadle of the loom and spake it”
“Moby ****  Herman Melville <•> ~for the lost at sea~ after a year of saltwater absence and abstinence, return to the island caught between two land forks surrounded by river-heading flows bound for the ocean great joining the Atlantic welcomes the fresh water fools, bringing with them hopefully, but hopeless gifts of obeisances, peace-offerings endeavoring to keep their infinite souls sea accepts them then drowns the warm newcomers in the unaccustomed deep cold salinity, which sometimes erodes sometimes preserving their former freshwater cold originality I’m called to depart my beach shoreline  unarmed, no kayak, sunfish or glass bottomed boat needed, walk on water and my toes, ten eyes to see the bottom, no depth perception limitation, reading the floor’s topography, millions of minion’s stories infinite, many Munch screaming god’s foot, heavy upon my shoulders, a daytime travel guide, hired for me, not a friendly travel companion,  nope, God a pusher showing off a drug called deep water salvation, designated for the masses, can handle large parties my in-camera brain  eyes, record everything for playback - the lost and unburied, bone crossword puzzles walk shore to ship, on soles to souls, is this my new-summer nature welcome back greeting? puzzled at the awesomeness of vastness, conclude this clarification for me of the occluded-deep, is a stern reminder of my insignificant existence, my requirement to walk humbly, spare my sin of vanity, and forgive my trespasses upon the lives of others perhaps then the infinite of my soul perchance restored, older visions clarified and future poems will write themselves and sea to it my predecessors be better remembered Memorial Day 2018
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