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RV 185 (BIG SUR185) :in the labidalian
 * aristotelian park

with slime a middle —And Ranti forner
 * who pulled pearls by
 * rope to throne
 * the King by
 * the roll in the
 * forest of everseas?

Not everseas, be seas Creep
 * Crash

The woman with her body in the sea—The frog who never moves & thunders, sharsh —The snake with his body
 * under the sand—The dog
 * with the light on his nose,
 * supine, with shoulders so
 * enormous they reach back to
 * rain crack—The leaves hasten
 * to the sea—We let them
 * hasten to be wetted & give
 * em that old salt change, a
 * nuder think will make you see
 * they originate from the We Sea
 * anyway—No dooming booms
 * on Sunday afternoons—We
 * run thru the core of cliffs,
 * blam up caves, disengage no
 * jelly or jellied pendant
 * thinkers—

Our armies of
 * anchored seaweed in the
 * coves give of the smell

of jellied salt—
 * Reach, reach, some leaves

havent hastened near