I sit by the unruffled Adam's ale of the moana and contemplate the azure combers for long
And wonder where the ocean procures it's ataraxy from.
I sense the mild caress of the undulating wavelets on my feet, a gelid yet solicitous touch.
Dusk falls and as the ocean glints in starlight, I impetrate it to lend me an iota of it's enormousness
And adjure it to indoctrinate me the prowess of clemency.
I sit and wonder till dawn if I can ever be a domicile to people who lack it the way the ocean is to me.
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