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I come from this place,
where the hills roll & sway,
a serene valley that speaks
an unheard wisdom.

I listen for these words,
but hear nothing.

My ears, dulled by the ignorance
of my ancestral generations.

I weep that I cannot hear her sweet voice,
no warmth to be found.

I am a hostage of the machine.
From the cold, lonely mountaintop of my pretentious mind,
I plummeted, into the warm airs of a humble heart.
Shaken, I was received by the embrace
of a kinder, & far more beautiful people than I could ever be.

And I am all the more grateful for it,
for I was a smart, stupid, and lonely man.
I am not beaten down by the waves and gales,
but rocked into a deep & gentle sleep.

I am not struck down by the thundering storms and swells,
but given vigorous new life.

The ocean is my haven,
I sway and roll with the tides
the reefs and surf my fortress.

I am home here, powerful and wild,
kept company by the sun and stars.
I wander the world,
as the warm summer breeze.

Yes --- here I am truly free.
As the sea has become my life,
and my life liberated by the sea.

— The End —