sea around the edges
the sea's foam fingers
cling - dig initials into the sand - linger
at first glance the touch is shaped into the curl of desperation
the tension formed around the edges building up and spalshing over
but on second and after - more a bittersweet relinquishing
the ocean holds its breath for as long as it can, waiting for the black to crawl across its vision
and then it lets it go - rushing over the sands, surrounding each grain with its watery breath,
only to sweep its own feet out from under
even the ocean gives of itself
wave after wave rips the tide into balance
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