Escaping the bad that angers,
Finding its the good that falters.
More than in my loathing
My torment is in the hoping.

Tempestuous desire,
Contrary to the extinction of dawn.
The shade lives through the fire,
The downfall through the fawn.

Needs in the sea. A float,
The flow of wrestling with the water,
In submission it holds me tauter

And from the sea it throws.
I shut my eyes and look.
The time inside knows.

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