Sweet tides, undercurrents honing
Calm your nerves churning.
Anxiety the restless of your moaning shore;
Can we just calm and back away from the surface brick wall?
Just to an ease, where your moanings are no more?
I need to slide into your rips, allowing to be pulled under
And the transition eases me into a synchronicity where breath
Is calm and peaced,
Beneath a wailing sea..
Mourning in moon tides.
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