Three of Clubs - Apocalyptic Dreams*
Waves III
I see it grow on the horizon
Nebulous then unmistakable
A churning rising darkness
The beach is always peaceful
There's always time
Placed on some higher ground by dreamers' logic
Atop a distant sandy hill I think of everyone below
Their bathing suits and bright umbrellas
Sunning and smiling when water
Ripples past my shoes - and then recedes
Still gaping at the rising darkness
I shake you out of sleep
Frenzied, spitting, pleading
"When the great wave finally crashes
Tell me there will still always be time"
*not quite tweet length
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