High tide low tide
Leaving lines on the rocks,
Gushing forth creeping back
Never sitting still.
When you’re shallow here
Are you deeper elsewhere?
Lapping at my shins
Are you thigh deep for another?
Your might unrivaled
Your vengeance always complete.
Your thirst always quenched
And hunger ever satisfied.
Whether carving stone
With a patient chisel
Or smothering flames
In a hasty torrent.
You’re always beautiful
Always terrifying
And you always
Sustain my being.
– Vagabond Prophet
Vagabond Prophet 