West

Long dive to the bottom of a cold dark ocean

Crimson thought bubbles, sand disturbances, oyster gestation

World opening

Person opening

The ocean’s torrents, the sky’s screams

Possibility of streaming starts, sun, celestial freckled things…

The ocean brimming with its vast creation

Overflows

Seeps through imagined linoleum

Whines and winds through daydreams and nights

Faucet erased by magic

By a dazzling impossible

By running frothy force…

Waves and rapids overtake small concepts

And the world’s impositions

Some beautiful water

Falling streams clear and powerful

Liquid magic

Over beds of well-thought randomness

A perfectly synchronized billion-year ballet

Of rock, and motion, and stillness.

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