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His mind is wider than the sea Ineffable, boundless, and free The texture of the blue is pure and sweet And salted with its sensuality The yearnful moonlight sighs and weeps As heaving waves glitter and gleam I gaze into the peaceful deep I follow where its whispers beckon me Dive, Delight, Into the fecund brine I drink, I swallow, I taste the high divine It jumps, It shines, Like lightning through my spine And brings me ever closer to what’s mine His mind is wider than the sea Ineffable, boundless, and free The texture of the blue is pure and sweet And salted with its sensuality From Letras Mania