Counting upon an endless repetition

Now splashing are these seafaring afterthoughts,
As my fragile heart... remains buoyant within its own
Vastness of bittersweet and arrogant devotion.

(Surge of currents... pull me out of lifeguard's reach)

I've grown fond of this seashell stretch of coastline,
Visibly attached to dreams of shimmering immensity
As our `Rockaway surrenders to the Atlantic ocean.

When my mindset isn't sailing through doldrums,
This heart beats like incoming trickles of waves from
Horizon, till closer to my shore's physical commotion.

Then all shifts, as does white sand `neath wriggling toes,
Holding unsteady in a curved position, but jouyous still...
Blessed to experience a serene moment of endless repetition.


Rockaway is a beach in New York City.
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