Lay low and look upon the surface of the sea
Watch as it moves near
The wave that seems so gentle, yet strong as an charging ox
That is her movement.
Sit in the sun and hear the sound of the sea
Listen as it seems to whisper
That sound so soft which builds to a maddening roar.
That is her voice.
Step into the tide and feel the cool waters of the sea
Feel it as it softly embraces you
That feeling that gravity is now meaningless.
Those are her hands
Close your eyes and sense the spirit of the sea
That often forgotten and ever present being
That spirit which man once knew, yet whose name now seldom speaks.
That is Amphitrite.
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