Beginning
as a brief flutter,
a flap of a wing
in space so expansive.
It barely seems to matter.
A dewdrop in the ocean,
a pebble in a quarry,
but then across the water
the beat dances
looking for new territory.
Tremors
beating a new rhythm
under the surface,
of this briny deep.
Rippling rivulet currents of doubt,
Serve what purpose?
A sea of screams
crying out.
The ripples become waves,
Small, raised hills
of aqua spray.
Pushing towards the shores,
in search of more, a seashell
in search of a fluid getaway.
The waves are joined
by a swell, their friends
bustling together,
an ever-growing tower of strength.
The waves loom large now,
mountainous and free.
Taller than trees, liquid fury,
ready to devour
all that get in their way.
The rumble,
like horses galloping fast,
a train hurtling past,
amplified and carried
on the waves of the air,
by the gulls and the birds
that fly up there.
A collision,
as earth is submerged,
Soundtrack muffled, wavy,
world's colour is blurred.
The land stands strong,
but the water stirs.
Each rushing wave that comes,
weakens it's enemy,
and into sand it dissolves,
as it sinks,
immersed within
the deep blue drink.
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