May 24, 2008
A silence so loud it is
thunderous, deafening
A sensation of strands of follicles
Being ripped from the scalp

A loss of control
Of the limbs-
They seem to move of their own volition

A lifting, a dropping,
A falling, a flying

A saline cold
That seeps into the bones
Refreshing yet
Irritating to the nose

A thrashing that in a second
Stops dead
As your blood starts rushing
To your head

Break the surface
Gasp for air
Shake the sand
Out of your hair-
Have you ever dived into a wave?

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