inner sun

Locked within the wind,
within the shifting clouds of stuttermm ind,

―kaleidoscope fragments sparking in an infinite array of thoughts like

broken

spider

threads―

an inner sunshine refracts in droplets of mist.
Spreading illumination in myriad hues.
Glowing throughout the curled secret shell of now.

Though clouds persist,
they are formed of light.

Another Song of the Sea

Great vast disc of ocean.
Rustling wavelets ever traversing:
     now up - a spot of white -

Then roll back into liquid.


Water stays as waves furrow through it.


And 2600 metres below, a languid rattail undulates,
     witnessing robotic maneuvers
     midst clouds of ancient mud.