Pacific
Sands retreat through pale
Unshaven feet sift small stones
These peace waters don't handle me
And the waves keep coming back
I tend my mind in tides
To move toward roars that end in lulls
To arrive at sinner's peace
Mother, she's a wave from me
I called her on your dime
The lines are coming faster now
The gulls are close behind
But the waves keep coming back
I'm layered underneath
Cradle me in your arms once more
Excuse my cloudy reach
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