Thursday, February 16, 2012


As the waves crash on the shore, shells
Are in fair fractals of tense time –
As are we. Wisdom unveils vain
Our beliefs, more we are much more
Than the ebb energy gyres
From the folds formed by the space spread
From the big bang. We’re the form frothed
As the time twisted the waves white
And complex. Patterns emerged, minds
That could see seashells in stars strung
Into groups, growth which would make man.
We’re but dense droplets of wise waves.

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