With every stride of the tide
and every salt-pillar wave, dissipating;
nothing but the foam belonged to us
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Yet, still it arises as the disgust
That flushes disfigured faces
With gurgling insides:
They call it sea-sickness.
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I awoke at dawn to the lamenting of the wind
struck against the stone walls.
I listened; an elegy,
lyricised upon the breeze, breathed mourning
into the waves which teased the stone to rubble…
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