Poem
Personofied as mother, lover, deity:
you hold no meaning; just water.
The moon pulls you: thats why you rage,
the wind chafes you and so you roil.
Meaning comes from the beholder not your depths.
I wrote this poem as a response to all the d*****bags who talk about the ocean as a great mystical being full of knowledge and wisdom which for me is a load of bolocks. T
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