Stanza Three
Tides turn.Subliminal
Matrix of our souls
In her immense bed restlessly
She turns forever
Restless in her dreams between
Pacific seascapes and the towering
Waves ofimminent nightmare.
And the sweet peace of slack water.
I call her she for, though inanimate,
She is wholly feminine,
since deep withinher lies
The uterus of life, hot
Geysers bubblingwith potential.
The long journey to the Word.
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