W A V E S

I'll keep banging herself
fingers along the coast as the wind
is always gripping, counting
sand
I anchoring tired on the draw and the boisterous bubbly
when tired of sailing ships
the ocean of life
then rests on the relative boundary
afternoon and evening are doubtful and
suddenly shook
was the fish and seagulls have allied
perpetuate a thousand rhymes missed
because scorching more stinging
burn time

I will continue to pursue the coral coast
body slammed sea
to be petrified salt
questions without answers
and grief no heart
how unspeakably dark cloudy
nan is getting dark - dark as night
roared with screams
and thunderous storm
the lightning and thunder
waves will also be devoted
preserve natural sounds when
time comes and lies
no more words

Agats - Asmat, June 8, 2010