Cup of sea

When it struck me,

Breath was weary.


Cursed my state,

Swung raw hate.


Felt like forever,

Suffered like that never.


Bled hard and soft,

Oceanic feelings swayed without a raft.


Then holiness introduced itself,

Liberated me from myself.


Found peace and clarity,

And rose amidst calamity.


Felt strangely surprised,

But was wisely sufficed.


That new cup of sea,

Became my ecstasy.

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