The Sea

An empty sea
The Sea

The Sea

The sea owes us nothing.
She’ll meet no demands,
Fulfil no expectations.
Nostalgia is comfortless,
Anticipation worthless.

Growing and fluid,
Change is her constant.
Her flows ecstatic,
Her ebbs terrifying.

Moving islands in her massiveness,
We are passing ships, surrounded
By swirls of ceaseless change,
Touching for the briefest of moments,
Drifting continuously.

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