The Ocean Washes Over

The ocean floor holds the secrets of yesterday’s forgotten dreams,

unspoken words, and unquenched thirsts

Tightly packed beneath the shore

For another day

Another soul

Another fragment of another world

To relinquish, to catch,

chasing, reaching across far shores

Watch, look out, that white wash’ll draw you in,

churning out crumbled shells and eroded rocks

the secrets are nestled there in the foam,

the truths, and forgotten dreams,

the unrequited love, and unvanquished obstacles,

Bubbling, spattering, under a fresh and heavy wave

Each after the last washes up another soul, collecting,

To never be spoken of,

To never be seen.

Only to be felt then coiled

through veins and bone

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