...The Rise of the Sea...
I don't know why I let you be
The firey rise inside of me
If I could stop the flaming rush
surely I would resist the blush
the temper rose like a storm filled tide
the angry prose pushed the Light aside
the awful pressure in my veins
lit up my core and caused the pain
I felt like wrapping my skin in leather
and pulling the laces tight around my chest
around my neck
around my muscles
around my freckled skin
over my mouth
and through the woods...
But She called me Home, instead
to the cold warm wind over the sea
and the leaves running like mice
and the crushed blue crab shells...
In the Rise of the Sea
She said to me
Now, Be still for me...
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