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Riptide

It's always been different
and always the same
it's all been anonymous
and all had a name
It's had no beginning
and having no end
the truth lost in playing
this game of pretend
The magic in giving,
what's been taken is lost
the price of the folly
exceeding its cost
And we search the horizon
never leaving the shore
the waves ever constant
now as then-and before

(The New Room: January, 2022)