It comes over you in sudden waves
Like crepuscular sea-tides at Margate,
Ever creeping, silent and moonlit.
You emerge like Viola out of a shipwreck
Onto a desolate sandy beach
And wonder where it is that you were headed?
Water like words brook no resistance -
The shore at midnight is a treasure chest of gleaming debris,
The gullies of streaming water
Form bridges between word islands,
Ever eager, expectant and muse-struck
This emotion must not be stilled by critical dams.
Viola became her twin to face the world
I too take refuge in my mask and play the fool.
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