Oh, my God, as he swept the se… (Julia Cold )

Oh, my God, as he swept the sea, splashing Hot foamy stream of rhymes. No arguments, no time to think, to argue — Only to fly forward on a sharp reef. As is, no rudder, no oars, There in the distance is seen the ninth wave. How tired boards, buoys and ropes — All that the name “quiet home mooring” How long has craved the nerves of the storm, Heart thunders in my ears the incessant murmur If you will kill — I will wave the azure, But before before before How many more will write