Every Wave a Thought Behind Us

The gratuitous sun, o’ quite alike the heart;

Beaming down and bounding,

Beating in the light no more, when ceasing in the darkness

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The roaming winds, no not unlike the soul;

Hear it whistle as it whispers,

Impossible to snare, it’s freeform contrary to flow-less

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The Rains that drop, o’ quite alike the breath;

Pity-not the petty pattern,

A necessary cycle, system solely sound to cleanse us

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The storm that blinds, no not unlike the senses;

Pushing, biting, howling

An unrelenting slaver hides us in the tense that binds us

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The swelling tide, o’ quite alike the mind;

The shore is surely thrashing

Flowing ever more with every wave, a thought behind us

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Flow-less ever more the final wave soon comes the darkness

For us comes the night that dims the light it comes to cleanse us

Flawless in design the faulty system that which binds is

Flowing ever more with every wave, a thought behind us