So i've nothing to write about the sea?/ the waves the water the froth white and lapping/ the sky like a surrealist painting the colour not blue not grey/ the rolling in of the water tides pushing/ we ran away from our feet getting drenched and i ran towards Shoreham/ for a while, along the stones/ away from all life/ frightened because the sea tonight was too much like what's inside me/ all the time/ along the concrete girder/ out to sea/ what's inside me/ is a black force/ churning the night/ ebbing/ flashing and falling/ black shiver/ trance/ i ran away from all life/ into wet breaking/ and i laughed,/ all elements dispersing/ white/ in my spine.