this morning i slept in - for the first time in weeks - it felt good - ive been sleep deprived by both passions and by persistant insomnia, it has its uses - not missing a good dawnie - but comes at a cost. So now, refereshed, with a incoming tide a few foot of swell - im invigorated.
You sea! I resign myself to you also - I guess what you mean,
I behold from the beach your crooked inviting fingers,
I believe you refuse to go back without feeling of me,
We must have a turn together, I undress, hurry me out of sight of the land,
Cushion me soft, rock me in billowy drowse,
Dash me with amorous wet, I can repay you. Sea of stretch'd ground-swells
(walt whitman - song of myself)
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