The high tide.
It comes rolling in without compassion
of those swept away by its majestic smite
With one entrancing blow, all is crushed and rapidly drawn
in,
discluding option.
Pulled within its great belly, the remnants thrash around,
here and there.
All feeling is lost and is swirled in its greatness,
black and blue.
The moon peaks its tiny head,
trying to grasp sight of what had been lost.
A glint of light is all that shines through the deep
Digging deeper and deeper,
toward the depths of the ocean floor.
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