This mystery
your profound intrigue with the crashing of the waves
you love it so much
the sound they make when they chip away at the jetties
one tiny pounding at a time
the aftermath of the tide recoiling in preparation for the next
barrage of abuse
maybe the allure is that of the abuse
you so delight in the chaos of the pounding waves
so much so that you forget that I am in there
in every swell my heart is at it's mercy
to your revelry
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