Bright
vision of Fanshaw Bay
creased
dark memory of Storm Island
the
servers of time-lines
rippling
waves lift the vessel froward
with
a view clear through
water,
that is silence
and
the silence is the medium
depth
diminished light where lived creatures of colors
coastal
mafias without life-proliferating
non-sentient
biology with stones and boulders
respire
water and time swaying
softly
in the current
Beyond
bites and harbors
into
a wind tunnel's force pushing waves
focused
soundless, roiling, noisome turbulent
watery
tempest's game of chance
life
and death challenges for motor v 2.5
where
prayer finds a line across
two
miles of wave crests, troughs and confusion
in
certainty of uncertainty
about
capsizing, swamp or drowning
in
cold purity
the
sky below and water above
where
a skiff goes its own way
alone
in the wind
the
right line atop the summit
leads
waves to lesser, calmer fractals
outside
Slocum Inlet
Stephen's
Passage eastern shore is quiet
a
view to morrow has just one squall
overnight
to drag anchor to rocks
crunchy
barnacles in the night
Ahead
a brief transitioning from being and time
timeless
space-time like a membrane
stretched
without leaving its own place
replete
with memory and perception
Frederick
Sound next with deep space overhead
None
would know the imperfections
of
lifeless land insulated with atmosphere
where
death is an unformed abstract concept
embedded
potentiality within a Higgs field
unfolding
dimensions of membranes
even
gravity, crust and bays
eroded
in Limestone
all
floating like Betty's balloons
the
forever sky is a solitary sight
an
all-encompassing piece of the membrane
sea
floor shaking with primary waves
the
surface and brain with secondary waves
motoring
the vessel through pressure waves
over
the surface even the wind is for-itself
another
shape of temporal topology
before
the eternity of the Lord.
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