The Sea

The sea, she will not let me go;
She wraps her legs around me, and
Decides for us, unheeding of my will.
This is the storm of life:
The pressure felt, the movement, as
The color and the sound becomes my mind.
Do you know how this feels?
The sea, she lives and loves and waits
For nothing; she must have it now,
And somewhere, lost among her waves
A ship that used to be my soul
Is torn in fearful ecstasy —
The long descent, of
Unrecovery

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