Poetry in Denounement
As confusing as it is, the tidal wave is in the pot.
It celebrates the notes and letters from your steps to mine and mine to yours.
Days and weeks and years passed, steady on the boat that never tumble
It balanced the weight that carry the break and the solution to the sanity
When nights arrived, it became insane and wild.
Compare it to tamed animals now free from humanity's illusion, like as if we were new to each other’s arms
As I stand here on the boat, saving our lives, paddling our bodies to safety, scorching the winds of foolishness,
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