Tides swirl constant
Inward, outward, thrusting forth, or lazily curling in
While tidal pools, without a stir, rest quietly content
Yet always at some uncertain time
One becomes the other
Impatient, hastening to arrive
And in what seems to be an instant, suddenly saying good-bye
While others peacefully linger satisfied
Until the tides of time awake unto a new, unknown beginning
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