I am reincarnated as a sea anemone,
(scientific name Actiniaria).
Destined to a 50-year lifespan of being constantly engulfed, tossed back and forth and submerged by the crashing waves,
I woe the fact that I am doomed to this volatile, ephemeral existence.
Sometimes, I emerge from the depths, breaking the surface
To get a taste of the delicious, turquoise air.
Voraciously, greedily, I lick the oxygen and through these opportunities sustain the green algae with which I have a lonely symbiotic relationship, exposing it to rays of warm sunlight.
Sometimes, in this process of life, I am tugged further away from shore by the diaphanous, onyx-hued currents in the night.
This vicious cycle continues.
But this one fortuitous time, my tentacles become freed from the aggressive, pointed, unrelenting curls and clutch of the crests
And I somehow climb safely onto the seabed, precariously resting my being on the crystalline, placid, emerald surface -
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