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dry dung door, this mouth
of silverwhite arring to hold thee,
this purger of conscience
arra for thee—
No mouse in here but’s got
a little glee—and
aft, or oft, the osprey
in his glee’s agley—
Oh purty purty ocean
me—
Sop! bring the Scepter down!
Again you've accepted mel

Breathe our iodine, filthy yr drink,
faint at feet wet, drop
yr profile move it in the sea,
float weeded watery Adonais
longs for thee—& Shelley three,
that’s three—burn in salt
with slow most change—
We’vve had no crack at eternity
in a billion years of trying—
one grain of sand possesses
3 thousand worlds of glee—
not to mention me—
Ah sea

Ah si—Ah so—
shoot—shiver—mix—
ha roll—tara—ta ta—
curlurck—Kayash—Kee—
Pearls pearls in the yellow West
—Yellow sky to China—
Pacific we named here
water as always meeting
water—Pacific Pacific
Pacific tapfic—geroom—
gedowsh—gaka—gaya—
Tatha—gata—mana—
What sails used old bhikkus?