Sea
Time stops on the water's skin
Above, all's gravity and wrinkles
Beneath, buoyancy is king
The liquid dunes sway in the current
they speak to me
their words the silky barrier twixt air and viscousness
I let touch my lips as I position myself part over, part under
Under, in a world where like gulls we fly
Like firm-skinned children we prance in muffled joy
No dwelling place of fiendish sirens or Prufrock nightmares
The sea is generous in its resistance
ebb and flow renew and cleanse in silence
Would that by some act of God sea and sky switched places --
how velvety this world would be.
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