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I recently just had to visit the ocean.  

THE OCEAN'S EARWORM

I heard its song, 

calling me

from so far away.

The lyrics said, 

"It's time

to visit living salty spice,

roll in grainy grit,

that rubs, sticks to you, 

makes you shake, play, reawake.

Dive into vastness'

gulp.  Let it swallow, chew, propel you 

with pulse of foamy wetness.

Drown in forgetfulness

until once again you remember

a newborn's breath.

Then wave to the waves,

Return to the desert,

Until you hear this song again."

I could do nothing

But obey
Incessant music.

Two weeks ago in Carlsbad, California

An earworm, sometimes known as a brainworm, is a catchy piece of music that continually repeats through a person's mind after it is no longer playing.

Phrases used to describe an earworm include musical imagery repetition, involuntary musical imagery, and stuck song syndrome. (Wikipedia)

(I'm posting this to Poet's United and to Sanaa's Prompt Nights, where we're asked to write about the ocean.)