The roaring culmination of water
Twists and turns inward,
driven by the reins of the wind and the harness of the moon.
I, a mere figure
stand, feet in the sand,
powerless before the seething sea
that stretches on for leagues of death and life,
miracles or monsters forged in the depths.
The world turns too fast-
it makes me stumble,
as my head hits the ground and stars burst behind my eyes
or far ahead,
is there a difference?
We are all swept away,
helpless to the filthy connotations of the world
that taints us with their grasp.
While the tides swell, steady as the clock ticks,
even as we all wish
it would just
stop.
May 1
May 1, 2026 at 10:36 PM UTC
The roaring culmination of water
Twists and turns inward,
driven by the reins of the wind and the harness of the moon.
I, a mere figure
stand, feet in the sand,
powerless before the seething sea
that stretches on for leagues of death and life,
miracles or monsters forged in the depths.
The world turns too fast-
it makes me stumble,
as my head hits the ground and stars burst behind my eyes
or far ahead,
is there a difference?
We are all swept away,
helpless to the filthy connotations of the world
that taints us with their grasp.
While the tides swell, steady as the clock ticks,
even as we all wish
it would just
stop.