white on white sky
the moon has
followed us into
the manly space
of day. She
wears her veil modestly
peeping over us
like Lorelei
the river nymph.
We work on
without noticing.
Are waves like wormholes of the sea? The distance a wave travels feels like my writing attempts -- a tiny swell that could become double overhead poetrics across time and space. We dive for the truth and are taken elsewhere to Truth. If coastal tsunami warnings can attest, complex algorithms may be required to see it coming. Gratitude to memory of Hokusai for distorted use of his "The Great Wave off Kanagawa" image.
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