The rising tide

You’ve lost your memory
And you say the sea buries
Your dead
Your memory’s

Your last thoughts
The redemption
The joy that passes understanding
Stolen moments
Forgotten

And every 7 days
The world reinvented
And you take it literally I suppose
Because who has a heart as generous and pliable as the sea

God and man
Floating in a sea of transgression
And only you figured it all out