Gillian Swain - #49 - Full ocean

And   when I 

crest   plumage   a wave of new

the sand is ready for the
crash the   land the   tumble
the hit is harder than I plan for
there is blood
the day slows   gets longer   it's all
steam and tears down here
I am   all the water
is salt   makes you float   I
am   full   ocean
prism of  move of light
and shift   it is cold and   hot and fast and
rush with   water  is 
safe   it's the way colour is made
sinesthesis   drinks
the roll the radiate the 
spread out of all
is well