"Sharks"

Hot sands,
cool waves,
crests for the fins time-surfing
in and on multi-colored waves.
I'm flying on a waxed doubled finned board,
grooving in a tube of chrome water,
waves of time,
white water smashing down 'round me.
Behold the mirage on the white sands...
God standing with damp feet,
waving,
waving at me.
Shark fins dance in the distance.

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