Many have observed the pull of the sea
Identified it with the pulse of life
Noticed it knew us from the beginning
And counted to claim us at the end
We once crawled from the oceans of time
Leaving the waters we watch from afar
Drawn ever closer to the encroaching
Promising one day to erase our traces
And wash the sand smooth again
Until then we watch the gathering build
Higher
Taller
Furl and curl and fold and flow into one as the water spreads out and the foam fluffs
When the height grows too great the shape shifts
As the weight builds too mighty the base spreads
Never still, never quiet, but always at peace
Equilibrium holds center even in wild winds
Grave strength arches apparent and implied
But sometimes imperceptible from far away
The closer and more dissected, the stronger and more fearsome
Granularity of enhanced perception prompts fear or calm, hope of acceptance
Resignation to the washing over
No clear separation between sand and sea
Zoomed in there is a wash, a melee, a melange of particles
Up close, all that exists is oneness
One combined dissolved existence
A medley of soluble matter and insoluble energy
Lapping towards your shadow
The waves get closer and closer
Until eventually the water washes over
And falls back over clean sand
Where you once were
Float
relinquish
Gone out with the tide
We all get washed away in the end
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