to swim perchance
in the sea, flowing down the memory ways,
you will see forever and a day resurrected along
the ages of the likeminded; those who cast aside
the absurdness of modernity, to tread this
daily pilgrimage to the adoration of the briny,
in all its naturalness, screaming at the rainbow surf
of an easterly wind, that in its rage swallows
my cries of awakening; sinking under the waves
it can never be overstated, or understated,
nor understood. for it just is.
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