Poetry Break - 'Seaburnt and Windblown' - an original poem

I have seen a sea in rage,
Agonizing beneath the Sun,
Full of green brine and soils
Whipped up from distant lands
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This sea is calm for hours
Deep, grey slate surface with
Wings all through it’s middle
While at bottom, all is dark
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And then it roils from within
Storm rising from it’s depths
Disturbing everything in it’s path
Leaving no pebble unturned.
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This is not an open eyed sea
But one that appears with eyes
Closed tight, praying for slumber
Seeing something truly Real.
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One can look to the sea
And not take in it’s immensity
Yet form a perfect picture
In the mind’s eye…
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The form, the substance, the
Geometry and algorithmic
Curls can be seen to perfection
Unlike what lies before.
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This is the Real, I think
As I lie in a bed thousands
Of miles from the shore
Surfing the waves of my windblown sea…