Metamorphosis

A spirit is kindled within my body,

Long in waiting with an earnest hope.

Both deep and superficial at once,

It shakes me from my slumber of reality.

I become the tiny speck of dust,

Dancing in the beam of sunlight.

I become the wave of the ocean that,

Pounds its forceful fist on the shore.

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