The Sound a Wave Makes


I read to the moon today

On the sandy beaches.

And every ocean crest that swayed

Would carry my speeches.

An orchestra of waves

Providing seamless harmony with reaches beyond fantasies.

And some say that they crash into the shore with dissonance.

Such cynicism I abhor but take into my realm

And analyze my overanalytical analysis

To see if I infer the non-existent

Through illusory paralysis

And get wrapped inside my own falsest hopes

And mental callouses.

So now you know the reasons I do grace these waves.

And pave the alleyways to every ear

So I can hear what they may say today.

Fruitful melodies forever singing

To these veins forever ringing...

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