Time's Hydrindexes Οn Movement Territorial Poem by dimitrios galanis

Aloha Dimitrios... IAM in the Gulf...1980... just offshore... my spear is slung... motionless upon the water's surface... and then, that big grouper comes straight at me... and I open my hand... and that point pierces its skull... and that bad boy pulled me under and drug me through the water until I begged for breath... the filets fired up nicely on the beach! some decades later... IAM on the beach... within sight of Palm Island, Dubai...2011... early morning, an onshore break... and as I slid into the water and opened my eyes... that twiddling perpetual reality, approached me... and boy, was that ever a surprise... just ahead of me, beyond the third waves break... the clarity of that fin and the motion of the direction that that big shark was moving... straight at me... and that twiddling perpetual reality... engulfed me... tonight after spending a few moments languishing on my floaters... fingers toying with the water's glide as it passed on its way... that spiraling screw of thought tightened... and time's profundity clouded the weeping fluids of my gleam... in purest thoughtfulness... I bow to this most mind expanding composition... Thank you for this post... truly relative to my current status... All of the Best from this Life, to You, and all of Your Relations... Michaelw1two

I have to ask the excuse from my friends, Kelly and Souren for having deleted their comments on the poem.I had to delete it as a whole and repost it.Something went wrong with the system.

My acknowledgements to Kelly Kurt for his kindness to suggest me a better wording here and there.