I call it “The Great White” 🦈

Here we have one of the best looking affordable divers I have seen in awhile. Stunning black and white, what more could you ask for? The Seiko SRPE37 Prospex Diver on black OEM Factory Seiko Rubber Strap.































For
behold I am
 
love irrevocable, strong-
a song once.. but first.. sentient,
aboriginal, raw; once laid in loam, waves-
their foam and spray lapping archaic, grey and barren shores..
In darkness found was sun, or given hence- forth, came all vegetation;
I, in the fruit, did rest awhile asunder. Until devoured.. digest, reinvigorate
with sediment my very existence unto root, untouched in eons- atmosphere ambient
beneath;once (not)to grow. Nevertheless, came I into modernity pious, pressed. Undressed myself
at times, ..at times at odds with one's sole intent. Yes. Soul was another word stitched- being once forced
as coarse fiber (yet ..rest ye in hope). After the myriad all becomes a confluence.. hearkened to and redisco-vered on the birth; one course and unifying, beautiful child (chorus of angels). Bellowing, hallowed and fe- minine; brilliant recitation/praise reigns from a father unto Father via mother via myself. Alone, along the-face of innocence- spent mankind, mere mirror of his merciless self, regarded in brother/animal. Mammal. Port wind and cheese. Champagne. Grapes and a change of diaper. No, just yourself. I'm in the milk and‘Honey, can you grab this?’ nowRemaining after the words -last- leapt lips and the music
slowly fades to a silky dream state. Your name, your very self removed/stepped aside
into dusk's ambience along the stage left. Children d'grow.. Slowly, yet with
pace- cadenced to the stream o' life's unconscious nature. As the play goes, 
so grab your shovel in rage- or rest/sit a minute on buckets behind'sa
curtain. Hand on taut rope and lever, awaiting applause/peers
and celebration. Drop it where the dust settles.. leave it
well behind ..in hope's garden/on a doorstep- its
rufflededge page and glory stained blood
with sweat. Another to pick up.
 
Life in two places; time and
the after- sacrifice says
here's your cross
you carry it
amen
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