THE SEA AND ME
I
I’ve come back to the sea,
not that it ever deserted me
in highland and on dry land.
Oneness has always been our wont.
II
Sound of the sea,
mythical, mystical, magical—
doesn’t matter what you call it,
the choices approach infinity.
And then the rain, hard rain,
crisscrosses the horizontal
with vehement verticality
while lightning and thunder
play their assigned roles.
III
Is this really happening,
or did I come out of that surgery
on the other side of consciousness---
ecstasy, phantacy. dance, trance?
The answer must keep the source a secret.
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