I must write or die. It is my only true savior and salvation. The ocean is my church. I love animals more than most people. I used to be a lawyer in practice, now I am one in theory. I am complicated and spiritual, empathetic and kind.
Lost out
at sea break
crashing waves
searing cold
show no mercy
the path to dark
or infinite light
seem clear
at the fork
but tiny hard rocks dig into my feet
and sand beats
soft sad cheek
into woeful submission
and time
bleeds the only salvation
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