Sky and sea struggle. Tossed between, I hack. Hack at wind, hack at wave. I’ll beat them both back. Heaven will crack, and surf will clap. I’ll wallop the welter, chop-chap the blasts and smash the surge to wrack. Fishes and fathoms, gouts of gurgling brack, tangled tongues and tendrils and puckered sucking black oceans attack, slobber and smack, swallow the hairy hero. Says he, “I’ll outlast the <gasp>…the <gasp>…the <gasp>……………….” Latrine, savor kings, gilt grains, grand envy. But grieve drowned drabs, poets, the rude, the revering. The reef is but servants’ bones salt fingers break on, and on and on and on.