#2 - The Sea Should Be Seen (w/Music) by The Prose Locker published on 2013/06/06 22:10:54 +0000 To encourage you in engulfing the coast with a voyeuristic embrace is just nonsustaining. The experiment must be exchanged for something more credible; something so immune to mortality, it exclaims to the dead laborers, "Hone on thy salute, or surrender thou deck for reaping rock!" And if fear catapults the idea, stand by your weakest stroke and allow the sea to impose as I imply, "Do smother the sod in her speech, but please leave room to breathe." On the other hand, Boston -- as ever-upon its eastern toes -- is for one final sail, while a swarm of pirating cosmos corner the senior canoes, if only to intimidate the beach-front (once scouring for soil as fast as the coral could vacuum their eyes) with lobster and innuendo. Wealth means that the waves will not wait; wealth means each man could perish if their interests are not tied to a world left unscaled. So... in encouraging you is to encourage those Captains of ill-counseled fault. In their boots do we swim in turbulence and live in defeat. No life has been lived without having lied just a few feet from that which threatened its reasons to live, and by the grace of big, blue birds can one sense another day.