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A Temporary Ripple

I arose
to the throes
of sea and rocks unrest,

All the crashing, 
brilliant splashing, 
made my words, cease to exist,

Faraway, 
doodles Monet, 
has no tact, to all of the test.

For all that I have known,
And for all that I have seen,
Makes me believe in a greater world artist,
 
As the sky stretches, 
and the sea matches,
there are distinguishable caresses,

Far or near, 
I can hear, 
whispers made by clouds or crest,

Deep or shallow, 
dark or glow, 
natural freedoms go unsurpassed,

Sea falls, then rise,
light flees dark skies, 
for the original exchange are being refreshed,

A silent ponder, 
absorbing wonders, 
am I to be, more or less,

Behold it too, 
all this be true, 
I crossed a hole along my quest,

Now I am one, 
of tons, and tons, 
As destined masters, are we hard pressed,

For in all this glory, 
therein, is my story,
Throughout our history, our misery and our success,

We're watch wanderers on a timepiece's face.

Chronological commuters, pilgrims of space.

Ticking transporters, at slow or fast race.

Travelers of time, present now past, our constant case.

Perpetual people of pause and power pushes the pendulum pace.

In the shadow of the moon we are the hope of the Earth that we will look for other worlds outside our home base.

I am here with all of the rest.
Happy to be as part of the best.
On planet Earth, as one of its GUEST!

2019 May 04
*1st Place*
A Brian Strand RHYME ME
~~Brian Strand: Judged 2021 August 14

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