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Waves
Waves crash on the edges of my mind,
A turquoise spray. Enbrining the walls of my sanity.
The repetitive conflict of the ocean
trapped inside this of my own mind.
Coursing, surging, flowing, growing: exploding,
those waves, they erode me.
Each pass, each pause, back and forth crashing to
conclusion. They corrode me.
Naught but the sea occupies the valley of my thought.
Brought from the goddess of rain, with charms love-wrought.
The ictus of her gift, the crashing, the breaking, the silence left between.
It turns me red, rusting my mind, slowly. Till naught but the waves remain in me.
The solace in silence no longer coveted, nor found.
Only the patter of rain, raising the water:
Louder, the ocean's thunder against my mind.
Too much a lunatic, brought by the whims of a tide.
The crashing, ....
The crashing, ....
