Wave that rolls across the sea.
Why now does this speak to me?
What is that wave that moves along?
How does it fit with this one song?
Water parts move up and down.
The wave passes over ground.
Covering wide geography,
With silky choreography.
Does this water have a choice?
Wave that orders with no voice.
In that space with precise time.
Thought that stops me on a dime.
Water moves to meet the need.
Following some unseen creed.
What of self I think is me?
Is there something more to ye?
What it is that drives the wave,
Brings me to life, me to save.
Creating as it’s rolling fore,
Toward another distant shore.
In this space and just in time.
Rhyme and reason intertwined.
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