I don't remember being afraid of the ocean.
I've always been mesmerized by the push and the pull,
How the song of the sirens can make you forget
Its constant battle to destroy whatever you've created.
Its unyielding determination, tide in and tide out.
It's a pulse you can always count, beats per minute rarely changing.
While the rest of the world is trapped in a never ending pirouette,
It remains unscathed, concerned with how much further it can creep up on you.
Stripping off my clothes, my skin, piece by piece
Peeling off the armor that lies underneath all of the layers,
I walk in, the irresistible spray stinging my tongue, and begin to drift.
Surrendering myself, trusting its intentions,
It all ends with a soft thud on the ocean floor.
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