What is special about them is instantly clear to me
They have come from further than I have
Grey in the temples you might say
These grandparent waves so suddenly arrived
The information transmitted not the water
We like to think it is the water that travels
I like to imagine the water travels
More than our imagination can create
You have to see it arrive so abrupt
How is it ready?
And I hear some whispers
It was long way to come
Enough it was to be
Transmuted surfed perhaps
Renewed
The waves never go home
And never stop only go below your perception
What is a large wave
You are one larger
What is a small wave
You are one smaller
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