I've come to need
this ebb and flow
this ever~changing tide

I'd gotten used
to the relentless drip
and the steadily falling stream
trickling slowly over my skin
and washing everything clean

I've felt the drive
and the desperate rush
of devastating torrential storms

I've captured the draw
of being towed
back under and into the sea
or the whirling twist of inevitable drain
as this pool becomes empty and free

I've sung to the tapping
on these rhythmic panes
from the joy squeezed out of these clouds

But all that's left now
is broken and parched
cracking and itching, it bleeds
dying of thirst in the wake of this dust
and gasping and struggling to breathe

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