The boundless.
The containment.
The good,
The bad.
Harsh waves,
Smooth glass,
Able to be ripped apart.
Kidnapped by anger.
Not just a plane,
But a person.
Tides turn,
Waves crest.
Fury erupts,
From the trident,
From the soul.
Engulfs islands of loneliness.
Recedes to islands of completeness.
Never restricted to one direction,
To one emotion.
Forever boundless.
Steven Krauss-Akins ©2015
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