the pengawa
is the dark magic
he slips the poison
into my soul
tries to destroy me
by crushing my lungs
the nereides
join hands to protect me
they hide me in the seaweed
while neptune hurls triton
at the serpent
and drives him from the sea
the sea is my mother
the sea is your nemesis
a cool southerly is caressing
my cheek as i write this
you cannot touch me here
your black is dissolved
in the fizzy foam
of the white
nice...i am glad solace is found at the beach...it is a place i go to refind my rhythm...
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