The Old, The True

If you live

By the ocean

Right beside the great

Deep Blue

Followed your heart

Stayed close to darkness

Would you find your point of view

There are sounds

By the ocean

The fizzing crest of a wave

The convulsions of the formless

And no minds with which to stave

The hollow sounds

At the edge of the ocean

Will they tell you what you already knew

The out of bounds

The wide and the open

The home of the old, the true.

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