It seems far away and gentle now
The morning miseries of childhood
And its raining calms over the schools
Alterable noons of loitering
Beside puddles watching leaves swim
And reflected dreams of blue travels
To be always in vigilance away
From the bully who broke my nose
And so I had to break his wristwatch
A surprising violence in the sky
Inspired me to my first public act
Nubile and pretentious but growing pure
As the whitecaps are the wind's
But a surface agitation of the waters
Means a rampart on the ocean floor is falling
And will soon be open to the tender
Governing tides of a reigning will
While alterable noon assumes its virtue
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