An Ounce in the Ocean

Without a choice and out of control
That which beats, beats out its devotion
Waves that rhythmically erode my soul
Now amount to just an ounce in the ocean

Our current affairs could never know
The frequency of the currents between us
How troughs would sink and crests would grow
Living waves of unknown species or genus

Under the surface a tsunami swells
And surges toward the gently rising shelf
Onshore await seawalls and warding spells:
The meager fortifications of self