Lend me your ears so we can hear,

The crashing of the sea against the craggy rocks called the city.

The sound is as old to me as my mothers voice,

Calling me to sleep,

Pulling over a blanket named sky,

Whispering as she pulls back,

Retreating into herself,

Water thrusts forward,

A rapiers point again and again,

Against the faceless menace,

The cliffs undaunted,

Quiet in their assault,

Their silence unbroken as the sea rages,

Over many years the faceless changes,

What is a man’s life but a crest in the sea,

And the cliffs but the places he leaves when the waves pull away

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