I had a fight with the sea
"I don't know if ever anyone has ever looked
at me in a plain sight."
I could hear in the night the lapping
of the water with low sounds
I have known nothing
of all the many changes
words alone are certain good
dancing past me whirled
the great sea was young
raging at its own image
it was too soft
it never learned
but it continued on
with a silent assurance and quiet voice
in tune with waves it creates
pulling all the it touches back north
my mind is made of bumps and wounds
black and blue
searching for a congenial clue
this is the art of moving on, eventually
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