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Beachings

A signal in this tall, White map
To cavity with flow and then an arc
Vibrations here and in the solemn land
Faces wide to hear and speak in those oppressive shoals
And cape to wonder
A beam of will to each in sand-
upon the look of war and chance survive
Peaks of adoration in captive flow
A hearse upon the water scaring shore into
Mirrors of account to modest way survive
Afraid of nothing but this fate of solemn death
Peers astir in wreckage and the year
Others in advantage to the hue of larksand be
A sore of plenty spare and young release of tin
Praying wonder to a time of Earthen cask to sorely few
Sailings cast an unafforded sorry myth that time repeals
Wagering the dawn of sync and flow as will someday become
All watchmen to the hour and lonely grip
Piercings of the tail fin for shore and warring’s length
Understudy to the cure of proud betrayal in the water tree
Refinements to the hour of chance’s word to play vacate
Riddles for the French and others be to quip with roe and Derry solute tool
A wedge in beauty to this dust behold my sorry man
In tracts to favour all that cue the beings lost to deep
And fewer at the solemn hour like this to ford the year
A simple row to happenstance and praying for this lest
Fear and tour its rope to this whole rain and sky before
Bathing in at sea and catching simple hoarse and things to therefore heal
Solemn rite to disassound bespoke to happentude as poly-will and three
In pushed to harbours reunite at solemn cost but what to pod
A river flow unto this whale we keep for nature’s heal
A prayer for all who cease to know what comes of stranded cet’