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Crab Carcas Songe
Seaweeds slap boulders,

lime stray Melusines' hair.

Bubbling tide plumes silt,

foot sunk anchors of roots.

On speckled stones shoes

unlaced and stuffed with socks,

whence sketchbook leafs flap

farewell, a wind rest wave.

Colour retracts and swells.

Lounging on towels, speak not

of textures' beauty,

the taste of air, or how

seagulls crack crabs to

suck out waxen slime, 'cause

voices sink beneath the noise

and words aren't nearly so

sublime.