Motion turning, tunneling beneath the sea, roaring with
the waves.
Rising and falling with the tide, being knocked around
and played with.
Soothly feeling salted water burn wounds of the mind
with eternal forgetfulness.
Surfing across images, pushing them beneath waves to
save an eternity of life.
Motion turning, tunneling beneath the sea, roaring with
the waves, all the while religiously, surreptitiously,
burying everything under the ocean's bottom - deep in
sand.
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