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Coast Always it has been this way: The zigzag rockline angled with white water and earth; My years also crisscrossed with the sea and the mountains, The shadows of peaks distorting the [[strikethrough]] sea in time and place, [[/strikethrough]] surface of the sea And I left to guess at my footing Between dark mountains and the sea. The years race out their staggered graph; Shadows of peaks of some new land Fall massively as canyons on the sand. Rocks without place and groups of years Appear, and fold their strata in the sea: With peninsulas for storms, With forests and vines for algae. revised -7/25/65 see lg folder