On the Shore

Powerful, these beams of Apollo:

Steadfast rays that gleam

Upon raging surf.

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Collision of wave and rock –

Resounding, hissing spray:

The fireworks of the sea.

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These waves halt for no-one,

And I am but a pebble –

A speck of corroded sand littering the shore.

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Oh, but that I were that slab of stone

Fiercely contesting Poseidon’s tide –

Foam and algae markers of will.

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Odysseus strings his trembling bow

While my heart awaits metamorphosis;

Where is Kafka when you need him?