now when i feel the tide rise
i stay low
no more cresting
dancing crashing
dizzying crushing highs
you lose
the elevator feeling
you gain
another perspective
under the umbrella
water suspended above
that surrounding
towering gaining
mounting force
and you
tucked low in the curl
staying just ahead enough
to ride out
another day
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