The word churn was made
for the sea. If words can be said
to be made. I suppose by a churning
of their own they coalesce; soon, life
becomes unthinkable without
where they lead.
What I mean to say is
I have never felt so summoned. Distantly,
Mavericks, where men come
for fame, has been transformed
into banks of foam
blowing across pools of stone.
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