The Ocean Is My Muse

The Ocean Is My Muse
The ocean is my muse
Her ripple tide rhythm
pulling the words out of my 
self, depositing them
on the sand of the page.
She pulls my honesty out,
trapping me in my self like a 
riptide. 
She pulls out my fear of the 
Other that is stronger than me.
My awe for power like a 
bow to a king or a queen
The fear of beheading for a
misspoken word
At the same time drawn closer,
flame moth, 
to the lovely terror,
the all-consuming, a power unto 
itself, no mercy or feelings or thoughts
for anything other than the growl of the 
waves, the purring rhythm, the
inevitable must-be.
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