Suspended in the Timeless Tide

Or in the Sand of Time?

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Foamy caresses from the ocean kiss the sandy imprints beneath,

As waves weave a hypnotic rhythm, encircling me like a wreath.

Ascending above terrestrial bounds, I sever worldly ties,

Bathed in serenity, I inhale the ocean’s sighs,

Tasting the salty essence of timeless skies.

My heartbeat dances with the water’s gentle retreat and advance;

I relinquish control, surrendering to the ocean’s trance.

Content to linger in this eternal moment, forsaking all tomorrows,

I bask in a space where time neither borrows nor bestows,

And my spirit, in this pause, quietly glows.

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Yet, the grip of eternity softly loosens, and my senses stir,

Reluctantly acknowledging the world to which I must concur.

Gentle squeals of joy playfully coax my spirit, pulling me back with subtle clarity,

Drawing me earthward, bound by gravity’s sincerity,

And once again, I feel the sand’s soft solidarity.

Oh, dear ocean, to your boundless embrace, I vow to return,

To sip again from your potent elixir, for which I yearn.

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