The Wave and the Cave

The Cave and the Wave
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.
they are at peace
with the solitude
.
at home with
the oneness
.
wrapped like a
warm cloak around
hunched shoulders
.
what seems lonliness
is their triumph;
.
what seems quiet
is their gain
.
what seems remote,
in isolation
.
is a devoted
celebration
.
.
the wave crests
the wave falls
the wave swells
the wave stalls
.
consistency
could never beget
heights such as we
shall raise her yet
.
and when she dips
swoons, stumbles, slips
.
the vulnerability is
never more transparent – yet
her deep well of
strength
.
is never more apparent
.
.
.
his cave is
his lone station
his perfect construct
of self-preservation
.
he ventures out further
than any other
harvests, replants,
then returns to cover
.
comfortable in
the second skin
never worn thin
never to wither
.
his love is a
problem solved
each realisation
a privilege,
to behold
.
his heart in his throat
hers in the palm of her hand
both sacrificed
for the greater plan
.
.
yes, we are used to solitude
it won’t come between us
man from mars
woman from venus
.
.
.
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