Crossing the line

This is the watermark
The tideline that keeps advancing
Superseding itself wave upon wave and frill
Frothing

Each time I go further, higher, faster
And the beach's gold is never enough
Always more grains
To suck, swallow, throw

This the life tideline that
Marks your curve and reach
The culmination of your strength
Your wave of energy

This the mirror-mere of depth, the silent pool
That plumbs your sight, your soul,
The horizontal
Mounts the wall, the measure
Marked and then submerged

This is the high tideline
Place of ascent, the last hope for
Reach and touch, the boundary
Of change, the thinning stretch and sigh

Before the sun in his high noon
Dissipates the mass imperceptibly
To steam, into a different mode
Of travelling

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