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A hardly perceivable swelling, moving across the surface
later filling out to a ridge, a ruckle in a blanket,
behind a deepening
trough
(particles constantly renewing themselves, begging the question...)
Some will rear up to great heights, pointed by the facing wind
then the blade edge becomes unsustainable and collapses
- the grand finale of whiteness and noise -
the echos of which are left ringing in the air
others stay in their rounded form for longer, growing in power
and then dissipating without drama
The mirage of independence is dissolved
- However -
- the energy disperses, always back to the whole
- the legacy is passed on.
As the sun falls to my right, the wide ocean calms me like a mother a child
and holds the frame in which I have my freedom ...