Cut across the form that is me
Stands the wall of the rational
Hidden among the crashing waves
Sits this reinforcement
Fear laps at it sides
With tongue curling force
The spray caps my vision
Daily is my recklessness using of ignorance
Hills footstep the water’s edge
Bathing in the malfeasance of such hope and dread
I have little regard to that which binds me to the now
How I let the torrent sweep
Turning me backward and forward
Laughing with my preoccupations
Aiming at its sides
Wish as I might
It will not erode.
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