Waves


Gently ticking primeval clock
Hissing swell of lifeblood spilling over gritty, tired sand

They are the ponderous pounding of eons.

Majestic indifference, scholastic persistence
Stoicism unmarred by toy gun battles or the trials of the human experience

They are the ebb and flow of apathy.

First an exultant paean of birth and possibility
Then a chilly lament for unrepentant death

They are our only taste of permanence.

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