ferrywise seagulls scream around you for a hundred years
and the tides may continue to caress your back as long as they want
ferrywise it is normal to hear and bear the billion thoughts of a million people
sun after sun
and moon after moon
ferrywise radiowaves weave your ears with gentle clatter
reminding of sweet surrenders in a bedroom with afternoon sunlight
and small talk about whatever happened
to the man on the moon
ferrywise children's running screams may echo in your ears for many hours
after all is gone
and when all is back
you can look at the sun and relax
ferrywise the sea is your home
ferrywise you are alone
and crowded
all the time.
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