My Mind Is Water.

We’re all born of water. I become aware of it whenever I go to see the sea, to cleanse the dirt off my mind. The water hits my feet; it clears the dirt away. 

Some have been drawn to the Great Water by adventure. Others by the universe beneath. 

I live for the wrath, the anger, the darkness that crashes the shores,

Sinks the ships, takes the soul and the treasures and buries them eternal.

The relentlessness of this violent darkness and the inability to withstand it. 

The gluttony with which it sweeps it all away. 

The death and the resurrection.

The sudden calm when it settles, a beguiling prelude to its ability to go hard, again, when demons flare. 

I’m enthralled by the lack of apology for the havoc it wreaks. 

There’s a majesty in this darkness no sunshine can match. 

Poseidon born of water. 

We’re all born of water. 

My mind is water.

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Some of us like to stare into the wrath of water. 

It feeds the soul.

The cast-iron stares into this wrath and emerges dry every day.

I envy its ability to defy and to withstand. 

The wrath of water. 

The eye of the storm. 

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We grow stronger when 

We breathe in 

The wrath of water, 

The eye of the storm,

And whisper to it:

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“I do not fear you.

We are one.”

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Breathed in by Storm Darragh, Margate, Kent,

Sunday, the 8^th of December 2024.