What is within a wave?

That curled momentary mass

of random strength rolling onto

shorelines with ancient messages

tucked within itself, splashing

out languages from somewhere deep.


The moon speaks out the highs and

lows. The land lifts barriers against

the mass of impending force. Yet we

find their shape drawing, pulling us

into the blue green wetness.


In the distance, highways of currents

circle the continents, releasing

curtains of waves, messages from the

nearby abyss, creating primordial

footprints of authority and grace.


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