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The sea dreams of

the unknown,

and endlessly,

in every hissing wave,

gorged with the lifeblood

of the world,

swollen with pure living,

burning down

around my feet,

but not vanquished,

only resting for the next 

adventure in light

and sapphire

and doom.

What if we are unstoppable fire

resting between spectacles?

What if we are as powerful

as we ever wanted

to be—

heirs to majesty

even while we beg and

pretend to be small?

A pale denim sky unravels

into its dark

destiny.

A gathering of stars

sprinkle down

and remember

faraway legends

when they make their

soft landing

on the water.

Now I too am the pulse of the sea.

I too am the invisible multitude.

I too am the music of darkness—

hum of unquenchable vastness.

And just what if our

true state

is magnificence,

our true form, anything 

we can imagine and 

our lives are spread 

across oceans

we separate into 

centuries and eons

and now,

while we ride waves 

of a love

we could never endure

in a breakable body?

Then would we 

finally cherish

this tiny capsule of

living,

or even remember 

the whispering fear

that sounded 

so real

just a moment ago?

Patricia Joan Jones