rain and steam pour from the gates of the closed sky.
ushering a new wave of something still
something rushing
something devouring
something gentle
voices like swords pierce the air
and go forth
and open
and close
and stand at alert
a new storm comes forth from the bowels of the earth
and nothing made sense until this dizzifying electricity coursed through my veins
when this ship sank to the bottom
the captain left his post
and the ship never looked so good at the bottom of the ocean until now
little crustaceans meander and zip past
creating micro tidal waves
or so they think
up at the surface nothing seemed to fit
the waves clashed
and fought for their rightful path
but when the fights broke out, no one made it anywhere.
eyelashes separate over eyelid
revealing the depths of the ocean
and when it was all over
the ocean seemed to be painted
like a facade
because those little crustaceans were creating tidal waves of their own.
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