The world stands still,
if only for a moment,
a sense of infinity, nothingness,
of being everything and being nothing
It only takes a moment, life calls,
by the splashing
of the waves onto the rocks,
the world moves
Forewards, backwards, up and down,
over and over again
Fluctuating between high and low tide,
waiting for the ultimate moment of balance
when both come together in complete tranquility
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