[ back to top ] ~~~~ night surfers wake to be still drifting again along the eyes sea coast ; chance , the randy surfer guzzler of continents and girled grit arrivings , head blown soft above the headlands , slide and drown of belly wave , muscle knocked trapped boomed darkening down dives under groundfoam nothing slipping above , below between the shrilling laugh of the land breathers surging under drumming eared oceans .