tidal wav e

the wind never blew so hard

 before. i feel change in the air, as if someone 

bound the many hands of factions divided to

 the very chains that hold the universe back from 

its most primal instinct. tell me, strange sea; what else

 have you for me, will thine eyes roll about in hands too

 fragile to grasp a mere ink droplet of an idea

 as to what love is? then will thy understand thine

 own treachery? is that the only way?