You are as in a magnolia
amidst a great burst of thunder;
the power to stand still.
No breeze of wind
but your breeze is far greater.
The earth set in motion
by a ravenous sea,
foaming rivers of an eminent flood.
The ocean breathes, shivers and continues.
You are so endlessly submissive,
drawn to a destiny staying aware
of a sea’s grievous.
Edible flowers withstand
the hard crash of arterial water,
gathered in eternal vessels
so that those imprisoned
by October’s arrogance,
may be given your lucid wave.
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