Rising, curling, foam unfurling, waves of cold Salema sea,
Next one coming, meet it running, plunge into the safe beneath.
Behind crashing, hard sand-smashing that could knock me to my knees,
Here you hold me – Look! I’m floating! – blood-beat drumming in my ears.
Waves keep surging, endless burgeon sent up from the darkness deep,
I stay playing, breath delaying, surfacing your mystery
that's always saying all to me.
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