- My Words
I ride the waves
On the inner ocean eternal
The pulsing tide
Soaking the cells
Feeding the ancient forms
Spiraling up
Through geologic time
Birth death birth death
Selves circle
Seeking centers-
That shift forever
Dams and diversions
Always fail
To direct the flow
I ride on until
The tide turns on me
And I cease to be,
Leaving behind
My words.
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