The tide calls
it beckons hearts
it soothes souls
it will encompass you within its salty wrath
give you praise, accept you
and then spit you back out.
You won't know what's hit you.
You will be just another grain of sand
the one that didn't get washed away,
but you will with the next high tide.
Like a timer counting down the seconds until detonation
like a timer counting down the seconds until climate change does us in
like a timer counting down till the end.
the tide calls me.
now.
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