See a dead otter rottened at the tideline,
Bade its vicinity an unworthy valediction
With the poker,direst savage scent to an untimely demise
Not benumbed by oystercatcher's headlong plunge beneath
That echoed through the Rocky caves where Cormorant fed on slit meat, submarine at a wonderful distance
As heron off a boulder rose to the pinnacle somehow invincible drifted a little bit
From the nightmare of hieroglyphical tideline
From the clouding sky and heavily ruffled waters
When you feel dying dreams in the jittery clouds of dying morning barely matter
At the waves silky tones a more than a butterfly zoomed off course beyond the tapestry
Blue scent of smokes from breakfast into
Banter in serene voices with moist hand of coffee cups sipping down the navels
Not the hollow peace in the conversation beaming with frantic news from media outlets.
When we get good news from distant land
Vamoose the pang of the nature 's curly theft.
And lo good news like thirsty waters from the golden sun rising from afar waters
Bravo!
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