From the ocean
heeled over in waves
shining sun reflected
Crisp passages of tomorrow
at the edge of hope
darkness tucked away like shirt tails
Vigils of guards with rockets
miles away
work time with rudder airborne
Internal dialogue, observant
captain self-employed
until the wind dies
In the hourglass
in the water
at Ponce De Leon Inlet
Pushing the craft inside
over a sand bar
tide shifts to rise
Encapsulating tensors
with space-time vectors
to see Venus, Europa and Mars.
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