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LeviathanThe mystics have it all wrong:You were never just a waveRushing rotely in to shoreWaves may not know they ’re waterBut I recognized the arched back of your crestJust before it broke against the beachYou can say waves are transient formBut I ’m certain it’s your sea spray aloneThat burns my eyes when you crashI ’ll gather what’s left of youSwirling in the frothy onenessAnd riptide us out to the deeper seaWhere the sharks circleThe whales, the stingraysBeneath our braided vortex.Un-hold your non-form,As we wait for the LeviathanTry to snatch our woven voidLet it thrash and thrashThe vast blue surface and neverBe able to drag us down7/29/20

Source: Buckeye Surgeon - July 30, 2020 Category: Surgery Authors: Jeffrey Parks MD FACS Source Type: blogs