voices hissing, hidden like spite.... preying, apprising, poising to strike... tasting venon, savouring triumph, reeling drunken exquisite delight- you survived mad waters and you still hear the roar and you're longing to ride the waves- you still get no further than the shore- seasoned, soul lusting soft fist of night crawls seductive, houses your cries- hear my voice, so stranger like in sublime, gnawing, fascinated denial- such an ocean yesterday, crashing at your door, and,tho you're wanting to ride the waves- you still get no further than the shore...