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Far out amongst the heaving grey waves,
beneath drifting banks of mist
the great bodies of some of the small sea’s larger inhabitants slid.


Jets of vapour spring up from the breakers like exhaled blasts
that rose like ghostly insubstantial geysers
amongst flock of birds Fluttering in the cool air.


Steady lines of waves broke on the grey slope of the beach, beating on shattered, ground-up shells and water smoothed slivers of driftwood.


High above, slipping in and out of Pink- Rubbed layers of cloud,
like small slow clouds themselves,
other creatures moved,
eagles and kites cruising the upper atmosphere with wings and canopies extended, warming in the watery light of a new day.

At dawn, the sun line would have appeared to rise from the horizon to starboard,
at mid-day it would seem to disappear above the tower
and at sunset it would seem to disappear into the open sea port...