kneeled slow, gentle rocking motion of some inner tide ruled not by the moon not by nature above, beyond, without and within nature itself and it is inside my soul pushing, swelling , rising lapping at the edges of my iniquity outside, in this shell I have come to know as my body, there are waves my hair my skin the curve of my spine would welcome a waterfall inside this shell the ocean roar echoes echoes my emotions are endless in their ebb and flow riptide, red tide low tide I'm going under and I finally see how what I have feared is what I need most

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