Surf churned a nonstop roar
Creating swaths of foam rolling like tumbleweeds
In a windstorm desert
Unseasonably cool
Just me and the sea
In the Third Eye's sky I sat in her kitchen
Watching your mom pour coffee
My feet trance walked while I cried
Words without words
Warm hands in my chest
Feminine Chaos of the original seed
She polished and presented me
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