All the sound shoved out to sea
out to sea,
a foreign silence.
The gaping mouth
of the world,
spilling forth all wisdom.
In slow streams of quiet,
its subtlety unnerving,
our eyes squinting on the
horizon line-
does sea depart from sky,
with a kiss are they two?
Or is such a wisdom
forever locked in
a single body?
No edge
or end,
a traversing
across in
diagonals, our straightaways
tidal no-wake zones.
Our fluttering bodies
glimmering sea,
there is nothing but
one blue haze,
it holds all the world-
oh soul-dripping wisdom
cyclic as all earth.
The sea no end,
sky one dome
a never ceasing wisdom.
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