You’ve crept up on me again,
Like the slowing waves returning to shore at the end of a long day.
You’ve paralysed me again.
The waves are silent, still ebbing and flowing, but without the serenity of before.
The world is still in motion, but nothing can be heard.
In the wilder moments, the waves begin to thrash against the rocks in silence.
They grow, they quicken, they hurl themselves and still nothing.
The energy is wasted, the rocks begin to crumble; soon there is nothing left to repair.
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