The waves rush forward in wide blooms Kicking upward white pollen.
The
cold dark blue hurtling against the grainy flesh of earth.
How could
such an aggressive presence look so inviting.
Even the more resistant of
stones find themselves broken here.
At the shore. Two worlds meet.
Fate is speechless at the inevitability of it all.
We are all stuck
here, now we decide-
To sink or swim
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