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Salty whitecaps rise
In the shallows
And collapse
The whispers of a storm
Far out to sea
Mumble across brown sugar sand
Currency spent
On gusts of wind that
Tore down ancient trees like weeds
On rains that gutted gullies and basements
And drove daunted sailors to sheltered coves
But everything grows quiet now
The sky is blue
Bereft of clouds
The tidal flats ripple
With the feeble breaths
Of a once terrible force
Terrible no more
Hulking
Roaring
Shivering with power
Bellowing to the world
I AM HERE
FEAR ME
I AM HERE
And that is why
It is no longer anything at all