summoned by swells

I knew that you had made up your mind

long before I tried to persuade you.

Nothing was said, but I knew enough.

You never could resist the rucked views,

the clash with the sea.

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Emotional ties, shortlived but frequent,

always strengthen before boom and crash,

senses sharpen and shadows length

before retreat to the comfort of pint glass splash

with sunset, then black.

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Pilgrimage by no such name,

the journey down listless, yet electric -

swirling with promise of the freeing rush.

No chattering Colossus beating cryptic,

nothing but open love.