Reflecting in a wave . . .
These phosphorescent silver waters,
I gaze around to Beauty
Of the Ocean's making.
The tone is clear.
I hear three-dimensional
Forms felt
Very far away.
Echoes in the volumes
Fade away concentrically.
It's wonderful to sound
And listen extra-visually.
Silence darts
Transparently between
Swift currents flowing
To the Great Beyond.
I mediate upon
These thoughts.
And Lo, once down again,
I have to rise for air.
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