drenched in a sea of waveforms,
dancing on the ebb of a digital ocean
its crests crowned with sound
pitched upon amplitude tides
their volume compressed;
reverberating through glass speakers
mere dots in the sands
i hear cadence...
within the music of your speech
how can it be such a many word
written, but forgotten,
indelibly on your beach?
if we could interpret oceans
what stories would its sea speak?
of its corruption?
to lost and found?
or of its time to give up the dead,
or of the angels that fell to its ground?
Have I told you of how I love the sea?
A duplicitous temptress.
She'll either drown you or carry you afloat.