If you live in the present,
You are a soul that has
Chosen the crest of the wave.
Hello, Fellow Crestor.
If you lived in the past, you
Were once on a crest.
The crest crested and subsided,
And you may still be
Oceanic,
O my ancestors,
Unless you remounted
This cresting wave;
In which case,
How tired are you? ........and...
What do you think will happen?
Very now. Fresh ideas. Great voice. Great simplicity. Minimum adjectives. Great verbal oomph.
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I really really like this, a fantastic poem.