Blitzing the breakers to feign strength against the salty sea’s façade
I find my joy in jumping the choppy waters from a distant storm
Rolling in the undertow
To strolling where the winds blow
You’d find me way down stream and think it odd
To play as nature’s toy in human form
As restless as the ocean’s waves tilt, toss, and turn
In free form foam like emotions churn
While wild wings flap
The seagulls and pipers tap
The soaking sand for hints of a raw deal
Nature’s grub-gifts given piecemeal
In the shape of clams, crabs, and fleas
Birds can pick as they please
Till the tide turns in
Washing with the wind
The would-be glass of lighting
While lizards climb the dunes
Soon after finding and frightening
Some flies in the grip of a grabby web
And upon closer eyeing
The restless resisters swoon
The exchange of death for life animates the ebb
And flow
For those
Who (and what)
Meet and cut
With tooth and claw
Any and all
Who could befall
Such dealings of disaster
And expiate life much faster
Than any other, lying, waiting
For an opportunity for satiating
That majorly mortal hunger
For assimilating and transforming
An older but especially younger
Other living being
Who doesn’t happen to be
A part of its own kingdom
Or family tree
About the Creator
Conjury
Poetry, reveries, and streams of consciousness. Musings, revelries, and free dreams of consonance. Metaphysics, philosophy, and magick cognizance. Writing things that make me high and do a dance.
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