Feeling-is the wave we ride
Upon the shore we wait until
It comes and flow with it as one
We stand a bit and then are washed
Under the tow and pull and thrust
Of such great salty washing
Then thrown upon a sandy refuge
Millions of tiny rocks that bite
Grinding them into our reality
Then sucks away the foamy reality
It leaves us gasping half drowned
Upon the vestiges of
What was once Feeling's wave

12/03/2005

Author's Note: Sort of like surfing on emotion.

Posted on 12/29/2005
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