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THREE OCEAN POEMS
it's an element of endlessness-- waves that never cease re-invented every day by sculptor winds and restless breeze and marching through uncounted lines in haze-blurred layers merge combined expanses that out-reach the mind, elements as old as time. The soul of the earth is a wave-tossed sea, distilling the sum of our yesterdays and cradling the scent of eternity, restless with fathomless secrets it sways. By the shore, by the sea where washes up the jetsam of a hidden world as locked to me as another age whispering spells, an ancient mage in an age of reason, arrests the mind that's consumed the fruit and gnaws the rind. |