Why does the sea seem to follow me?
Sound of the surf keeps coming in round
I whirl about facing the staring waves
Replacing the path I swore I'd come down,
but no. I'm mistaken. This is the sea.
It's always been here, immemorial time.
Just breathe the salt spray
as the spreading waves
rush over your shoes,
then your knees,
this is fine.
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