You sea!
I resign myself to you also- I guess what you mean, I behold from the beach
your crooked fingers, I believe you refuse to go back without feeling of me, We
must have a turn together, I undress, hurry me out of sight of the land,
Cushion me soft, rock me in billowy drowse, Dash me with amorous wet, I can
repay you. Sea of stretch'd ground-swells, Sea breathing broad and convulsive
breaths, Sea of the brine of life and of unshovell'd yet always-ready graves,
Howler and scooper of storms, capricious and dainty sea, I am integral with
you, I too am of one phase and of all phases. Partaker of influx and efflux I,
extoller of hate and conciliation, Extoller of amies and those that sleep in
each others' arms
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