Washed-up and out his smell adrift. Driftwood
becomes as nothing dry breathing sticks an oddity kicked over in salt and sand.
Yet, unseen, now he conducts the waves downwind.
Now a bin bag (he) flaps dumbly around a Plinth to Dias.
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