writer's block
like the waves
it comes surging from afar
rising to the skies
hurling itself into a
snakehead
pouncing on the moment
foaming deceptively
mixing in with
the hackneyed
guilefully
guilefully
water and sand
sea and shore
pristine
then slowly
retracts
leaving behind
imprints
and washing ‘em out
over and over again
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