where i wait a stranger shape
every wave is washing dry and clear
a seashell is a hollow place
an island is an ariel escape
hibiscus flowers are growing near
i put one behind my ear
taste the battle, taste the fear
and when the wind blows straight through here
salt in the chorus


//

and the others were really same-saying
same as these with Chaerephon

i, Heracles, was saying

as (one) battle-less
(unconquerable)
yall speak of the man

συνέφασαν οὖν καὶ οἱ ἄλλοι
ταὐτὰ ταῦτα τῷ Χαιρεφῶντι

κἀγώ Ἡράκλεις ἔφην

ὡς ἄμαχον
λέγετε
τὸν ἄνδρα

154δ

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at the beach
for Cancer season

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