on the ways,
he wished
had he a homecoming.
by that time,
he had sunk himself,
in the luxurious waves
to be the fittest,
rough and stormy
loud and noisy,
lacking in restraint,
lacking in discipline,
clamorously crying loudly,
to retrieve the rises and sets
utterly futile.
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