Overcome

Overcome with emotion.
The speech of the sea.
Inverted waves of mystery.
Plotting yet another course
Through storm-tossed waves.
The land was lost.
Rivers running down the streets.
Structures turned into discreet debris.
The only safety found
was in the boughs of rooted trees.
Clinging there in vivid misery.
Overcome with emotion.
The speech of the sea.
Poseidon on a spending spree.
If only they could find the air to breathe...

? Michaelette ?

1/12/2005
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