The light opens like an opened door
this is the place for everyday leisure
the raw crescendo of the crashing shore
and a radical astonishment at life's eternal existence.
A voice, not quite a voice, is the sea
listening to its own thin cetaceous whistle
sea music gasp and sigh, fast wash and wind rustle
somewhere the wave is forming which is time
dazzled by the sun, dazed by the fog
not all transparency is come and go.
this is the place for everyday leisure
the raw crescendo of the crashing shore
and a radical astonishment at life's eternal existence.
A voice, not quite a voice, is the sea
listening to its own thin cetaceous whistle
sea music gasp and sigh, fast wash and wind rustle
somewhere the wave is forming which is time
dazzled by the sun, dazed by the fog
not all transparency is come and go.
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