Play Poem by Myles Schicklgruber

Denotation of the stagnant and misleading tributary of an insufferable relationship with a Siberian/Russian woman.
I made a late night drive to Seal Beach one night and assayed the waves: timing their average breaking point, the harness of each wave, and the resolve from each placement onto the shoreline. This sort of alludes to being entrapped under the spell of time, which seems to compound an insensible waiting with which sails are too rigid to move swiftly and assuredly in any direction.