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RV 196 (BIG SUR196) ::::Ar!—Or!—Da! What about Verrazano?
 * he sailed!—

He Verrazano zailed & we
 * statened his Island in on deep

in on dashun— Rotted the Wallower?
 * Sinners liars goodmen all
 * sink waterswim drink Neptune's
 * nectar the zal sotat
 * Zal sotate name for crota?
 * Crota ta crotte, you aint
 * ’bout to find (Jesus Christian!)

any dry turds here below—
 * Why fo no?
 * Go crash yonder rock
 * of bleak with yr filet mignon teeth
 * & see—For you, the hearth,
 * the heart, the lock of hair—
 * For me, for us, the Sea,
 * the murdering of time by eating
 * lusty cracks of lip feed wave
 * at aeons of sandy artistry
 * till nothing’s left but old age

newmorning primordial pain of sitters by the unborn bird of roses yet undone—


 * With weeds your roses,

sand crabs your hummers? With buzzers in the seal
 * With runners in the deep!

This Sceptred Osh, this wide leg
 * spanning rock U.S. to rock
 * Ja Pan, this onstable
 * roller roaming all,
 * this ploosher at yr gory