Down by the water's edge
Down where the land's shed
Runs headlong into the sea
At the mouth of the Manasquan
Down where Neptune's pawns
Rise up to be checkpoint sentries
Supervise
As brackish forces
Penetrate and integrate
Becoming sea swill as fast as
A human might breathe in the harbor's fog
Forever now belonging to the vast
The wide Sargasso Sea
Stretchung from here thousands of miles
To the mouth of the Mediterranean
Where civilizations as we knew them
Once began their march across time
And we stand here at the Contental ledge
Able to contemplate our fate
Our place in the world
Our past
Our future
Down by the water's edge
Down where the land's shed
Runs headlong into the sea
At the mouth of the Manasquan
Fir Conversations With Walt
Denis J. Kelly
December 1, 2011
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