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