Alati filled and still

Washing coastward under stars

Drift kick nutrient slick

Soft and soap-like

Smoothing quiet moon priest

Heal, sole, toe sander

Bringing down sloughing scale

Reaching twist, bending weightless

Standing palms wide spread

Tipping, curling, balling up

Traceless saint, snowless angel

Warships dot the floor

Innumerable imperial salt tears

Ancient coast recent Faith

Darkness meets crowned banks

Myth adorned modern song