Ocean
OCEAN
I wake up everyday on the shore of a great ocean
I stand on the edge of the ocean as
the waves come up and crash against me.
I stand there everyday without fail
And, without fail, the waves come.
Sometimes there are small ones
Sometimes there are fun, medium
Size ones that I play in and
Sometimes there are giant ones that
Come and knock me down.
But I know that even the largest of
Them will all return to the depths.
I do not resist.
The depths are the source for all these waves,
But I never see these depths.
I only see the ones that are crashing
Against me here on the edge.
I do know, for certain, that every wave,
Without fail, returns.
The ocean is vast.
I only know about the waves
On the very smallest edge.
Beyond these, is the source.
My destination
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