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RV 193 (BIG SUR193) of sick mortality—
 * We try to make our way
 * in self reliance, aid
 * not ever comes too quick
 * from wherever & whatever
 * heaven dear may have
 * suggested to promise us—

But these waves scare me— I am going to die
 * in full despair—
 * Wake up where?
 * On second breath in life
 * the atmosphere is dearer
 * maybe closer to Heaven

O Paradise Is the sea really so bad?
 * Have you sent men

here for this cold clown & monstrous eater at the
 * world? whose sound
 * I mock?

God I’ve got to believe in you
 * or live in death!
 * Will you save us—all?
 * Soon or now?
 * Send illumination
 * to our drowning brains

—We’re pitiful, Lord,
 * we need yr help!
 * Save us, Dear—
 * (Save yourself, God man,
 * ha ha!)
 * If you were God man

you’d command these waves
 * to very well Tennyson stop
 * & even Tennyson
 * is dear

now dead