Lots
of wind last night, I dreamed I was on high seas, sailing at the whim
and mercy of a dour Mother Nature, not afraid, wondering if I'd end up
on new shores or down in the deep blue sea. The sails swelling like
expectant mothers, we were carried by the white horses of the spume,
surfing tidal waves to a whitish coastline chiseled in the night,
flashing its bleakness at the crest of each wave weltering us closer and
closer, soon we were tossed about on a swash under skies darkened by
wings of desire, threshed about by afire winds hedgehopping nearby
quagmires, washed ashore by a stevedore offloading hoards of other cords
to the seaboard.
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