to the muddy sea I return
to the muddy sea,
where pale-skined she sleeps, underneath
in a shell-made cot adorned with sea-weeds, at the bottom
her long black hair floats along the sea currents,
and a spotless shiny pearl is her pillow
her lips shine too like will o'wisp
that hides her impassionate lover under the bogy veil
of eternal aeons flowing yellow mud. the sand.
soft and warm covering her weak limbs, her shrinking bosoms and private parts
and her unseen blue heart that illuminates the realm of darkest grotto-cave
beneath all the unknowing yellow sands of history.
eternal truth.
eternal return.
the fisher-king returns to the sea whence he came.

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