Monday, May 28, 2012

An ever-conscious ocean to the South

An ever-conscious ocean to the South
Is warmed by the mid-heaven transiting Sun
Inspiring the growth of various clouds
Which congregate and circulate within

The medium between illumined heaven
And the gross, dark, solid, confused earth.
Sometimes we think the changing faces of
Those clouds, whether they're full-grey with rain,

Or slight and white in tufts--effervescent--
Are all there is to the brief dream we wander,
Speaking in a curious vernacular.

But really there's no difference between the
Thin clouds and the vast ocean in itself--
Expanding and contracting infinitely.

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