IFONLY
tid sah (Tom Atlee),  1969

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Home

of why they again and again
           return

for turn they will
impossible still
they sleep and wake
           and wax and wave
and wander in
with fish and fin
and wood and tin-
           embroidered crabs
dragged from the universal grave
and left unjudged upon the slabs

here alone with the source
with the seasong force