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The Pillar

Currents of chaos
Battering battering my fragile ports
Steady flow of tidal constance
Fluid life and yet 
I drown silently
A water sogged pillar
I steady the pier and hold true
Against the undercurrents and crashing waves
Briney depths beckon and call
Shifting drifting sandy murk
Dances at my feet
Upturned, my face to the sun
But that is not my place
Shadowy cool caressing fingers
Urge me downward
For the waves are my lullaby and 
They call me home

Copyright © | Year Posted 2006

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