MYSTIC
BEAUTY
Like foamy crests
Racing to surface in euphoric thunders
Crashing on the resolute banks of nature
Shattering to oblivion in tendered whispers.
Like Ocean's crests
Joy soon languishes.
Like abyssal depths
Sinking to realms of unfathomable musings
Lost in stygian ignorance of the unsought
Buried in dusts that men may downtrod.
Like Ocean's depths
Truth is inhumed.
Like surreptitious waves
Charging like armies bloodied with rage
Consumed in tides of nature's will but unbent
Defeated often but soon to uprising, surely.
Like Ocean's waves
Tribulations are fated.
Like vast blue
Spread beyond the open of earth's four arms
Unredeemable in the vain want of the inglorious
Wallowing in awe of magnetic dilemmas.
Like Ocean's blue
Gloom is voracious.
Like existential enigma
Cravings mortal quests but lacking meaning in pursuits
Fiddling mortal instincts but shielding from insight
Addling mortal significance to justify its breadth in awe.
Like Ocean's enigma
Purpose is abstruse.
Like mystic beauty
Making profound art by the brushes of err'd strokes
Giving feathers flight on a cushion of turbulent winds
Cradling creation tales from the empty of abyss' depths.
Like the Ocean
Life is beautiful.
Segun
Peters
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