I went down to that foaming sea today,
Having nothing beter to do;
I felt the whirling tide coming true
And all the strange sameness
As the force of oneness aplied.
I cried so many tears into the sea
That the volume rose to meet me
In harried winds and tearing gulf,
It brought me back in time with it:
Far, far back, when the water minions rose,
And the crab was the proper king.
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