Waves

I clash like transparent on white, 
Like ocean waves crash into off-hanging cliffs. 
My head is light and I have been erased to the bone. 
Come and come again, gently, but not too fast. 
Touch only at first and I will yield,
But do not crash into me and
Do not break me.
The tips of my fingers have been rubbed off 
And for a while I am nobody, and nobody is I. 
I am walking on a wired line.
I won't forget this, I tell myself.
I am fleeting dust, I’m a wave riding the shores.
I am stretched thinly on a string. 
I feel fresh and cool,
Cleansed of grey matter and dusty brown marks. 
I am running, I am running, I am gushing.
I can’t see but I can touch it now.
This is a feeling of me and you. 
The winds have me in their wake, 
And we cannot stop them now.