I
morning fuses
down hissing seams of the sea
depths of darkness
leap
detonations of light
reverberate in the eye
a seabird staggers
up into the sky
static air sparking
edges of ascending wings
II
seas mist
days of grey gregorian chant
plainsong of the single voice of God
devout of habit
shape and form:
helpless
till the heart ignites…
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