Until I Too Am Sand

These thoughts of my volition, waves and tide,
co-agitations, crash and surge my mind,
dislodge ten thousand pebbles, which collide
in jagged chunks of poems, unrefined.
I let the chaos churn; I could choose peace.
But god! I love the power of the sea!
I love how she engulfs, and her release;
I love the way she tastes while tasting me.
Beneath the surface, trembling like a child,
I dive into the dangerous abyss,
surrender to the grinding ocean wild
in reckless search for passion’s perfect kiss.
The Muse subsumes my will by her command
until I drown, until I too am sand.

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