High Tide

You’re like a high tide that never recedes,
a pipedream that becomes reality
or the fish that swims upstream and makes it.
You’re like a tree in the forest that never falls down,
a hand that actually touches the clouds
or the deer that makes it across the road.
Infectious is your drive,
relentless is your mind,
and sometimes I wonder if perhaps
you know me better than I know myself.

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