The ocean is not quiet
But ever ringing bass and tenor.
And banging and clatterring down on the rocks
It's booming fortissimo deep in in its maw
While beneath the shining waves
Soprano voices range.
Nor is that ocean still
But ever moving - up and down,
In and out.
And if words replaced the waves
Each tide would bring
A new history of sailors
And we who linger by the shore.
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