Waves

Minutes.
Hours.
Sometimes weeks:
It goes
It comes,
and just when you see land,
It’s not.
Just a mirage
and you know,
that there is so much more to go.
Cresting high in absolute ecstasy
Speeds you closer to troughs of turmoil.
“It’s all good, all part of the journey.” says the guru
Screw you, guru
I’ll take the ecstasy-
Weeks on end
of pure unadulterated bliss.
So,

Let it rain.

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