Hard sands of reality - the knowing of so much more;
Yet the ocean sees beyond these droplets of mist evaporating;
the hopeless and dissed; apathetic and vapid;
Dancing in revelry with all that's lost and made;
like contemplating a storm on a clear and sunny day;
a contradiction of reality, but possible all the same;
as these words run exasperated on a blank and sterile page;
forlorn tidal forces cause a waterspout to form;
opening portals between heaven and earth - between either/or;
This is the vortex - the course of a new world reborn;
Where water and air remain swirling, faceless and torn....
So, in light of your service and dedication, Goddess's offering stands;
If anyone can help you, she's the one who can;
show you the other side of the ocean, its shoals, and the shores on which it lands;
the motherload of devotion - the Sea, the Movement, the Maven, the Motion;
ask and you shall receive; this is the Hero's Welcome...
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