To all the waves, crashing, howling, against the silent shore, Find peace from the horizon, that bends to make room for tameness In the home of chaos. Stop the swirling madness embrace the quiet stillness for once, let yourself free from the anger spilled in you. For all you know, what you search for so restlessly in seashells, ajar, in upturned bellies of hungry lurkers may well reside within. I will stand my ground, cowering, under the violent coconuts flailing all around, running from the wind knocking themselves to the soft beach. I stand still; still cowering, looking at you and your vast misery, at ease.