He flakes fly in the wind,
they only last a minute,
but they instill wonder, joy.
It bubbles up within
breaking with the waves,
like a roar and splash of spray.
Where does this live,
why is it rising now,
how do I tap the unexplainable?
Don't even try, don't look,
just sit and let it wash,
wash over your soul, well.
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