Day Seven: Swishes

you know what I could see
for hours and hours, every day
and every day?
the ocean, the dirty green-blue
and the twisted blue,
the glass colored one,
and every other color, other colors.
it storms and it moves
constantly and constantly
from foamy swells to waves imploding
to little swishes clawing up
the seashore up and down and up
and drowning in the motion
the motion is drowning
and drowning
surety in inconsistency
in an ocean that drowns
and drowns and drowns




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