Thundered growl of the sea
the homecoming salt-spray
delights upon the shore.
The foamy mantle,
cast like a native net
over dried weed and untrod sand,
savours fresh taste
with each pulse
of its briney moonblood.
This is but the emissary spy
of tomorrows tsunami -
the space invader alien invasion.
This the understated calm before the storm
a judgement on
yesterdays blindness.
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