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Dropping down a screaming wave,
The crest above me shrieks,
Loudly, deep within its cave,
My balance falters weak.
With pitching lip, the turn comes late,
The wave turns into victor,
And I to meet my destined fate,
Soon punched by pain’s inflictor.
My board now gone, and I submerged,
In waters dark and churning,
Beaten by the ocean’s scourge,
Flaying, tumbled turning.
As I fight to reach the surface,
In the breaker’s aftermath,
I fear the gripping strong embrace,
Of wipeout’s evil wrath.