Oh comely

Flotsam & Jetsam

Flung upon the open shore

Wave upon wave, plunging

Riding white knights

Slivers of armoured sunshine

Approaching damson sands

A rupture

A bursting forth

Foam and froth, surging

Liquid armies press the walls

Rolls following rolling

Curled smoke rings thickening to humid weight

Precious gem drops hang on collarbones

Sweat pearls lapping

An invasion of senses

Senses failing

Sand banks broached, flooding

Rising waters, this tidal pressure

Submerged, subsumed

Consuming spume, agitating

Debris and dissolution

Milk foam churned at the touch of sea breeze caresses

Rippling mountains blanketing landscapes

Billow out


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