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Abating The Sea
To my knees in ocean foam
That notorious ebb and flow
That biting undertow
Nipping at my buck naked feet
Turning me sideways
Turning me over
Like an old wash machine
Leaving me gasping
For what's left of
What little air's left to breathe
Oh, the mantle
Oh, the crust
All the earth under us
Taking chances
Odds against us
Trying to bend us
'Til there's nothing firm around us
Abating the sea
Consider it lost once glass hits the peaks
Bobs and disappears in between
The white caps collapsing
All while the words that circulated inside of me
Stay rolled up
And, safely compartmentalized
Like scrolls hidden deep beneath the deadest of seas
Hold the vessel
Hold the keys
Tight as fingers squeeze
Crocheting sinew
Around the leak
Letting nothing through
'Til all that surrounds us is firm and able
Abating the sea
I really loves this... to me it shows the inner workings of any person who questions our very existence, and I can relate.