Gabuby Carlos A. AngelesThe battering restlessness of the seaAnd neutral where the sea hasInsists a tidal fury upon the beachbeached its brine,At Gabu, and its pure consistency Where the spilt salt of its heart liesHavos the wasteland hard within itsspreadreach.Among the dark habiliments of Time.Brutal the daylong bashing of its heart The vital splendor misses. For here,Against the seascape where, for milesherearound,At Gabu where the ageless tide recursFarther than sight itself, the rock All things forfeited are most loved andstones partdear.And drop into the elemental wound. It is the sea pursues a habit of shoresThe waste of centuries is grey and dead​