me? bobbing up and down
ululating without a sound.
the homing pigeons come to perch
upon the masthead of a church
that rises up from underground.
meli Belly-dancers undulate, as if pretending to be part of the sea.

Undulation separates rutting from Barry White-esque sex.
amy palms undulating in the breeze and lava meets the sea, glowing live above. the ancient burial ground. the noise of the pacific... 000317
not god bells ring hollow as the worshippers make their way along the beach to the saltmine/church of pigeon forge 011129
celestias shadow the serpent was moving sinuously through the waves. layers upon layers of undulations, different colors, different textures, different mediums, but in the end they all moved in the same way. 040101
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