In the Ocean at Eighteen

 In the Ocean at Eighteen!


Ocean's overtone obediently

obtained, obstructed, occupied

observer's orientations outermost outskirts

swimming sideways swells

precedently pulling person 

away against atmosphere's

wayward wicked waves

clasping, grasping, rasping

pinching, cinching, clinching

jugging, chugging, tugging

rewarding reciepent's redemption

bumped, dumped, lumped

onto oceanfront's orbit

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