Being

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I wanted to be with the waves,

That rose and fell in curves of Sine…

In curves of Cosine …

Amplitudes of magnificence

Expended as they grew

Touching the shores

Trailing behind

Gushing again

Grabbing secrets every time

To amass in the moulted shells

I knew of the spring tide and a few of its neap tides

That brought with them

Everything

But for that one occult

That held in it - The innocence

Which I lost

In the hands of time

And yet….

I wanted to be with the waves!