Wind doth whistle and chill
Eyes sting through spray
That doth fly abruptly
From the swirling waves
Tears stream as if through grief
Yet hidden as they live amidst the splattered water
Running like sap down a severed tree trunk
Beside wet skin and cloth alike
Remember the peace before the storm
Will return once more
Gather senses and feel the force of nature
Through this ferocious tide;
Touch reality and creation
In its most energetic form
The Mansionic Perspective 
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