Rolling Out

These are the epitaphs of the sea
left exposed every night by the tide;

Pounding 
           pulsing 
                     rolling in 
                                   rolling out..

A shadow of a siren’s story,
sly secrets subdued now simply shriek;

Rolling in
              pulsing
                        pounding 
                                       rolling out..

Broken sand dollars and shell bits merge,              
forging a force to be conscious of;
Delicately dubbed dominatrix,
a strong surge can strong arm anyone;

A wind pounding 
                    rolling in 
                           waves pulsing 
                                              rolling out..

These are chiseled mermaid epitaphs.
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