Ocean Waves
each crest urgent,
reaching up
from the brute below,
and yet they cannot break
the churning froth-ribbed
fence.
as long as the sea has hackles,
the force march
of snarls and savage rants
toils on--
spanning the days,
the moods,
below the mountainous continents,
only to die,
tasting the hem of freedom
with a whispery lisp.
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The cruelty of this planet, this universe, is as unreckonable as its beauty and gifts. Those that dare to face this will suffer. And perhaps benefit.
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