'Ocean'
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The wind comes screaming against wet bricks.
Water whips around at an angled speed,
An element that feels -
it is angry.
Any chance at a fair sea day is gone
The water crashes over my body
and my ears are invigorated with its sensation:
It's cold in here.
I close my eyes.
I see colors and hues
Dripping.
Down.
Down.
Down.
I watch the ocean, reckless and vast,
Patient and calm it makes me,
But why?
Why does something so harsh,
Make me feel so alive.
to think he made himselfwithout the helpof an Olympian Godwho molded men from clay. nor did he risefrom bone and ashor the fires of Hell. he did not comefrom the seawith a pod of vengeful whalesfor an army. he was not bornholding a silver spoonor
Endless ocean of stolen tears
Only the waves know your fears
Crashes and ashes and waterfall gears
Irrelevance fades as you soak up the beer
