October 10, 2014

The relentless sea on my land
Washing every trace of change.
Every mound I had built,
Systematically obliterated.
I return to that primeval state,
Where nothing exists, nothing will.
Where things remain the same,
Where change is unheard of.
I return to that nothingness,
My partner of ages before.
the fuel to the fire of my life,
This emptiness I now return to.

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