The Great Pregnancy

Light that whisks the waves that rise to tilting,

Moonlight teasing: skating through the tumult

Set by roars’ of thunder, terse and diving…

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Some will set a keel among the breakers,

Seeking nothing but a proof of folklore.

All to come rows woe, canoe, throe, gain; banner.

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Can the clouds descend to reap from conscience

All the sonograms across the oceans,

Music—child of frequencies—eternal?

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Maybe time will tell what blood is streaming,

Why a planet lights a match on fire,

From and to the source that lends it breathing...