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RV 197 (BIG SUR197) ::dry dung door, this mouth
 * of silverwhite arring to hold thee,
 * this purger of conscience
 * arra for thee—
 * No mouse in here but’s got
 * a little glee—and
 * aft, or oft, the osprey
 * in his glee’s agley—
 * Oh purty purty ocean

me— Sop! bring the Scepter down! Again you've accepted mel


 * Breathe our iodine, filthy yr drink,

faint at feet wet, drop
 * yr profile move it in the sea,

float weeded watery Adonais
 * longs for thee—& Shelley three,
 * that’s three—burn in salt
 * with slow most change—
 * We’vve had no crack at eternity
 * in a billion years of trying—
 * one grain of sand possesses
 * 3 thousand worlds of glee—
 * not to mention me—

Ah sea


 * Ah si—Ah so—

shoot—shiver—mix—
 * ha roll—tara—ta ta—
 * curlurck—Kayash—Kee—

Pearls pearls in the yellow West —Yellow sky to China— Pacific we named here
 * water as always meeting
 * water—Pacific Pacific
 * Pacific tapfic—geroom—

gedowsh—gaka—gaya—
 * Tatha—gata—mana—
 * What sails used old bhikkus?