I win. I throw my
raging waves to your shore. I know I am
stronger. I eat you away. I change your shape. With fury you feel my bites. There is no escape. With gentle caresses I will seduce your
sands. Without you realising, I will
still be winning. I am greater than
you. My arms reach wide whilst you huddle
like a ball of garden twine. I expand
and breathe. I can watch you dissolve
if I wish, or I can turn away and find another horizon. Life is in me. Hidden
or visible. Known and unknown. I sustain as I wish. At all times I win.
And at all times I
lose. My angry waves cannot digest
polymers and plastic bottles. Plastics
that hold me in, imprison me at source, that feed the arid land lubbers, who
throw them back to taunt me. Your
plastics strangle my creatures and choke my white horses. They cough and vomit on my radiant crystal
shallows. Too much debris for even one
as tremendous as I. My outrage is vast. Bubbling emerald fires from the ocean
floors. Thunderous and crashing attacks
that I spit on you with disdain. I do steal but my nature is not as cruel as
yours. I take but with grace and oh so
slowly. You bite my blue hands. Tie them with polythene.
Magnificent fury fights
diminutive ignorance. A fight to the
death.
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