our flow is an inviscid one.

we pulse through bernoulli paths,
turbulent waves releasing our potential energy
in a fiery crash at the shore

and where the high tide meets the sand
the ocean draws each dying wave back
revealing the remnants of castles destroyed by the tumult

yet, amidst the lachrymose chaos
there is rebirth and there is revival
for the waves are gearing up to shower us once again

in torrential harmony.