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RV 198 (BIG SUR198) :Dhikkus? Dhikkus! What raft mailed Mose to the hoven dovepost?
 * What saved Blackswirl
 * from the Kidd plank?

What Go-Bug here?
 * Seet! Seeeeeeeeeee
 * eeeeee—kara—
 * Pounders out yar—

Big Sur they call this sand
 * these rocks this creek?
 * Raton Canyon by name pours
 * Coyote leaves & old Pomo bones

& old dust of Tomahawks
 * into your angler'd maw—
 * My salt maw shall salvage
 * Taylors—sewing in the room

below—

Sewing weed shrat for hikers
 * in the milky silt—
 * Sewing crosswards
 * for certainty—Sartan
 * are we of Price Victory
 * in this salt War with thee
 * & thine thee jellied yink!
 * Look O the sea here called
 * Pacific Sea!

Taki!

My golden empty soul’ll outlast yr salty sill —the Windows of my jelly eye
 * & fish head muck look out on thee,
 * slit, with cigar-a-mouth,
 * some contempt—

Yet I hie me to see you —you hie thee to eat
 * me—Fair in sight