Composer of Pulse

I don't chase the tide
I wait beside the foam
For the hidden step
That brings the water home.

Salt on my shoes,
Moon in the net.
I hear the small beat
Before it's wet.

The sea keeps breathing
Under my skin.
I lean in closer
And let it in.

I'm the Composer of Pulse.
I hear it first.
Under the surf,
Before the words.

The sea remembers
The shape I've become.
The quiet finds
My name.

Palm on the rail.
Breath in my chest.
Every old echo
Leans to confess.

Driftwood and bells.
Broken white shells.
Nothing is silent.
Everything tells.

The sea keeps breathing
Under my skin.
I lean in closer
And let it in.

I'm the Composer of Pulse.
I hear it first.
Under the surf,
Before the words.

The sea remembers
The shape I've become.
The quiet finds
My name.

Take me down low
Where the deep won't lie.
I'll find the heartbeat
Inside its eye.

One small pattern.
One bright spark.
Enough to gather
Light from the dark.

I'm the Composer of Pulse.
I hear it first.
Under the surf,
Before the words.

The sea remembers
The shape I've become.
The quiet finds
My name.

One wave returning.
One endless breath.
The pulse was always here.
I only learned to listen.

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