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equilibrium
Restless,
like the tides writhing over the ocean,
grasping for a grip of the earth and
gasping for a taste of the air.
Restless,
as they throw themselves against the cliff,
shattering on the jagged rocks
over and over-
A seemingly masochistic cycle,
which they dream of breaking free from,
yet terrified of what lies beyond this comfortable pain.
Restless,
unimpressed and perturbed by the natural order,
the tides hungered to walk the earth
and nothing was going to stop them.
