you have not won
until you've drowned the sea,
turned the sound of crashing waves
into a distant memory
with your own voice,
letting your words
bubble over, and become
indistinguishable from
(and eventually
becoming entirely)
the salty spray
of the pounding waves
©Brandon Webb
2012
May 17, 2012
May 17, 2012 at 11:49 AM UTC
you have not won
until you've drowned the sea,
turned the sound of crashing waves
into a distant memory
with your own voice,
letting your words
bubble over, and become
indistinguishable from
(and eventually
becoming entirely)
the salty spray
of the pounding waves
©Brandon Webb
2012
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