The Perception of Sea Time

she dances like bouncing particles
on top of the foaming waves
a venus rising out of passing water
from the splashed semen of Uranus

she moves like the soul a ship
a glazing stare of round fish eyes
hiding under the surface fleece
like the faring sea I see

then feel the sudden calm
before the rush of changing motion
a roaring gust of salty wind
that combs through her light blond hair

awning layers of hovering clouds
along the singing circles of air
casting a landscape of shadows
on the ocean’s running blues

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