Tide Set

around

a bough a tow

knows a little riddle

lithely sand talks-around, sounds about

awry

among

than ocean now under-sounds about

alike Sienna suns

alike broken

I knows

I can almost see beach

almost breathe underneath

the riddle of an undertow

almost 

make it 

to next-and-next exhausting wave

just lithely nonsense, more

Sienna sun-

rises

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