Living Dreams Don't Stand

Frothing seas

 

With beards of sea-foam

 

Whipping about

 

In the lonesome wind

 

Like a desert

 

This wilderness

 

Of salt

 

And water

 

And drowning

 

Grinding teeth

 

The little waves

 

That come up for air

 

Mayhaps to dream of blue sky

 

Or something

 

More

 

Always

 

A dream to be

 

Always the breath of air

 

Then the plunge

 

To kill them all dead

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