in my head

the sound of waves
rolling over and over themselves
a constant background static
that speaks of always
its in my head now
rhythm speaks of patterns
the sea sings inside
to let me know i am alive
being washed in salty brine
and cleansed in silica sand
shhh…there are gulls asleep
in the surf

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