Something powerful
a monster
roiling underneath.
The waves of Girvin
speak a tongue
deeper than any
I have seen.
It speaks not
for ears but
for the beating heart
and the soul that
churns within
Hypnotic…
the waves rise
invitingly
resisting the pull
of ancient
primitive
forces
that call me
from deep within.
I think everyone
should know
that one place
where they are willing
to give in.
The battlefields,
the end of a rope,
a quay in Girvin.
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