i'm enjoying rippling waves
am being reach by bubbles
it's getting closer every time
popping multitudes; ebbing
some places faster, bigger
louder than scream i have
what would be like to stop
coming to shore; soup bowl
looks like stronger by rockies
where foot of cliff kissing water
maybe wind curl up so fast
can't take away boulders
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