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• Mohamed Allouche, Grade 11
• Poetry
• 2022

waves of genesis rush in a fury that I have seen before
coming from all sides,
erupting in the tides.
they rush and they rush and they are ferocious.

if the water decides you take you you cannot plead for mercy like you do on land,
your face and fame and fortune is merely cold air to the waters.

they defeat each other
second after second, resilient in the wakes of their losses,
remaining strong and pure to win the next time.

they clash and battle for a battle that may be like how children fight, or for something that we may never know.

waves of genesis clash and push from everywhere and there is nowhere to escape the tides
and in the end of all the chaos, there is a patch of sea -

shallow, still and mortal.