monadh cups with voices lapping the waves
i hear a host of lips
kissing the spark of the party
bold bonfires and fine dressed dishes
a dog black barking
i hear lights i hear the rushing of surfaces skimmed
hoops of skirts and sleeves of men
i see a light i hear the wind
across the edge i see a light there
the wave
flashes of silver lightning
seals talking stars into men
they change and surf the wave
zeke i like that. 031212
mon thankyou zeke! 040112
.fallen selkies 040112
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