A wave approaches
A towering black wall
Foaming at the mouth
As it begins to fall
My mind becomes flooded
Water on the floor
Spilling out from every cupboard
Are dank and terrible thoughts
But I could not
Beat this wave
With force or stubbornness
Fury or rage
I had to surf its tumult
Crest its peak
And allow it to go past
And away from me
Tumult


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