Running

run from the calm.
run from the sea-
the gentle, rolling, and wild tumbling of the mighty sea…
when you run from these my dear,
you run from me.

Blast that bass
and fire that beam
eve, stillness,
begone!
man stomps here,
noisefully.
man treads here,
fearfully.

Child,
do not fear me.
Love,
do not run from me.
I am here,
to be adored.
I am here,
quietly,
I am here
like you.

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