a study toward sonnet #1,215
The first storm I fought through was made of mind,
Random, rough linked dictionary entries,
Plato's perfect shapes as swell entreaties-
Cyclones, typhoons, hurricanes, storms defined.
The last storm I limped through in lurching wind
Tested my five senses as old sentries-
Sailors have almost drowned for centuries,
I was planed smooth and harmless by sea glass grind.
Cast on a sharp shelled, curving coral reef,
My legs still wrinkled ancient by cold brine,
Alongside pilot whales I wept with grief,
Evoked old society, for which I'd pine.
I was at one with seamless, green webbed legs
Of mermaids who breed bare, hair up from dregs.
(Chorus)
o $10,000,000 legs
o $10,000,000 batons
o $10,000,000 stalks
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