Mountaintops, the sea thrashing against the
Earthy base, the rush of every wave.
Torrents crash sediment,
Haphazardly cascading
Yielding only to the addition of the
Sentiment of their efforts, a
Thick veil of fog.
Horizons become a blurred
Apparation, concealing the
Zone the tides strike diligently,
Eventually, and perpetually.
Such beautiful and effective word choices throughout this piece, Chad. I really like this one.
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