Poetic-surge Poetry Contest #1 (LOSING SELF)

He will reveal himself;
When the tides have ebbed
And the white peaks of crested waves
Have turned a pale yellow.

He will expose himself;
When the thunder rumbles
From below the earth
And the shaggy winds cease to stir.

He will uncover himself;
Dark and plain, devoid of self;
Spread out before all that sees him,
A forgotten track of obsolete beauty;

He will manifest himself;
A delicate, smooth bareness
Easy to the touch; easy to the eyes;
But tough to the soul.

He will unwrap himself;
Blotched, unable to remember
His former colours; for he is now like them,
The man has become like them.

He will unfurl himself;
And strip himself of all of himself.
To at least, taste what they have tasted.
He will hate himself; this barren divest of dignity and value.

He will be ashamed of himself.
But at least, he will have a huge store of gold
With which to buy enough lies
To shield the bareness of his defiled spirit.