Riding waves
O’er sea of words
A scavenger
I plunder,
Forcing riffs
Seeking cheap gifts
Brazen,
I batten
Down soul,
Take the beating
Howling toll
Bleached blank
Set to drift,
Hand unfurls
Raising colors
Singing of
My surrender,
Roaring threats to
Tear asunder
White caps roll
With sudden shift,
Tips
Over and pulls
Me under,
Into the black
I pitch and loll…
Behold mind’s eye
Hidden beneath
The thunder.
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