Held between stone and air
restlessness-
which from far
steadies to a vast ripeness of blue
silvered grey, black-backed turquoise-
clasps deep the last fins that
for eternities carried
the sun’s reflex.
Life scaled
radiated
multiplied.
Perfect in place
but not in time
for lines come
ever more firmly
ever more hungry
to scrape, to bleed the sea.
Till memory only shades
the mighty streams.
Then retracts
into deeper
restlessness.
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