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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