The water is larger than large

is fluid and light charged with

a moisture, an electric slight

shine overwhelming even at first

when it overflows, bursts on to your

feet; wading, soon

waiting on a boon of sunlight

or quiet night breeze leaving

all into introspection, eventually;

after hours of contemplation.

when deciding to ride, tame the

waves; the sound of them rippling

beside your figure denotes

a shivering smile inside

which may or may not appear

strange

at first, wildly active and spilling

over with joy

solidly noises lap onto the

slap.

pattering the nose

inhaling all that goes along

with a jocular, affable movement

towards a goal.

the waves have a sonic

resonance from this actively

distinct tincture of salt, sea

and your aspect; swimming.

a strong man would shove

it under,

blundering only slightly

to silence the

heaving blows of actuality

knowing no bounds or

shoreline ahead…

instead, the thoughts

of perseverance can take

the forsaken, 

make you one with the

deep wheezing

sputtering lipped

a need for some

show of humanity.

none shall escape, shall know

how glowing these

forces churn with coercion

as real as the ocean.

motions of love, hate, peace and

emotions governing lately the

processes you can use to explain

the thoughts of tranquil loss of breath

or will.  and call away, following the cold

devotion to this gift of life in the same

way the blessed water can

always pull harder than your guarded

soul.

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these wandering molecules slipping around

your skin…