except rising from
the ashes of
endless vicissitudes
Beneficent mystics are
not subject to this
Knocked down tumbling
wave after wave
Humbled by the sanctity
I am face down in darkness
being flashed by
light from on high
Waters crystallized by
my emotion
A vast ocean receding
after the flood
This teetering on the
ledge called love
Awake to all tidal pain
I must remain still and pray
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