the sea got over it soon

must it willnots.

i have waited. ad nauseum. waited for this fucking blue to turn cantaloupe of the
burning end of this smoke.
only a hand raised in dillydallying.
only some prunes gone pretty rot.
only a mast sailed leaving the oars to the grey.

all I have known is waiting to become. whatgivestowhoami.
the end will not dole well the undoings.