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"Froth."

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When the sea pours out under
the bridge, over the dam.

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At every outgoing
of the tide, there

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is ravishing
serendipity of froth.

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I stand on a
100-year-old millstone.

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Froth gathers on the
turbulence of the waters.

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Abundant, fresh, puffed up.

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For hundreds of feet,
small cliffs, bluffs,

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towers form and seethe from
the turbulent center, outward

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gliding, improbable as heaven.

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Like a child's view of heaven.

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How could anything so
frail seem so permanent?

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How could anything so
sheer evade destruction?

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These are things of imagination,
floating slowly away.

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A white suds against blue water.

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White over blue.

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A too much of nothing,
strangely become everything.

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Froth dominating the
presence of the world.

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Cliffs, bluffs, towers,
and castles passing by.

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It is good that everything
has turned to froth.

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Magical froth of truth
going out to sea.

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While I stand on the
millstone, solid and gray,

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I hear the airy shapes
whispering infinity.

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