Grief, Praise and Consolation - A poem in 3 parts. http://online.anyflip.com/rnlo/wilf/#p%3D36 (flip to Page 37) Beneath the waves and currents, below even the reefs and sands, there is a final layer of luminous salt, and then void. awayinmybody, imissedthissea ..i.slip.under.again O bless, O bless. we must Understand your Sanctity: to Understand our self you will not drown. you will drown. you will drown. you will be saved ~~thepearlsarevital"thep earl sare vita l"tothecontinuationofthisplace.pleasecallthe godes if youhave information of the whearabouts~~ofapearl Silvery, holographic waves lap at a shore of sapphire gravel. Baby turtles gnaw their way out of translucent opals to crawl toward the water... A rising tide lifts all boats as the sea floods the streets of our city. The boats rise and rise but we are drowning, we are submerged. Hear the shadow moans, outspread ghosts, a monarch tempest sure sky, groping high the shriness golden out from the sainted, beautiful sea.