Dream poem 109 a Turner Storm
The sea is tremendously wild and so, so strong.
All around the swells are destroying shops,
the tide is tsunami.
The semi-dark sky is Turnered with storm clouds.
I am living on the dockside.
There are houses on the pier right out into the ocean.
The plunging of the waves,
crashing on the docks and then sucking back down into the
deeps.
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