Rain-spattered salty air
Harshly flecks face and eyes
Churning, grey vast solitaire
Boiling cauldron on the rise
Squall and spume disputing
Ancient rocks uprooting
Tears and teardrops distending
Tides and time never ending
Created in his glory
Land and sea side by side
Eternally receding
Then returning
Crashing the incoming tide
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