Still there are waves.
Crested high, forming on nothing.
Impending apprehension, willing foreboding.
On water still they form.
Black blue giants swallow light.
Frothing, foaming.
Building.
Some merely threat to break.
Others taking their pound of flesh.
Further fuelling the validity of their threats
Dip, rise, crest, cash, withdraw.
Dip, rise, crest, cash, withdraw.
Claiming back what is spent.
Spending the regathered.
An exhaustive process.
The energy found, somehow.
Move impressive than the waves themselves.
There is beauty in it all.
Earn the rest at dawn, to see the horizon.
Still....
Still there are waves.
Nov 1, 2025
Nov 1, 2025 at 8:01 AM UTC
Still there are waves.
Crested high, forming on nothing.
Impending apprehension, willing foreboding.
On water still they form.
Black blue giants swallow light.
Frothing, foaming.
Building.
Some merely threat to break.
Others taking their pound of flesh.
Further fuelling the validity of their threats
Dip, rise, crest, cash, withdraw.
Dip, rise, crest, cash, withdraw.
Claiming back what is spent.
Spending the regathered.
An exhaustive process.
The energy found, somehow.
Move impressive than the waves themselves.
There is beauty in it all.
Earn the rest at dawn, to see the horizon.
Still....
Still there are waves.
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