Caught in the breakers, in the air I fly,
Towards wild white surf kissing shimmering sand.
Wind snaps the sail taught, the waves I defy,
Yet I'm drawn towards the line where water meets land,
For we only know one by the other,
The black words defined by the white borders,
As indifferent nature is man's mother,
Chaos emboldens the rarer order.
And out on that board I feel so alone,
In the blue, greeted by but reflection,
It's by nature our uniqueness is known,
Fleeting beauty caught by time's direction.
Words are but the immortal part of me,
Struggling from the fleeting thought to break free.
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