of course the waves would scroll at times,
heartbeating waves, rugged, indestructable
brief identical spans
�����but never was one even similar,
�����it is our eyes only, the same of eyes
then when one breaks, when there's no roll,
only shattered water wild -
each chaos is extracted, measured
on a lab scale in the dark
between our
�����afraid of moisture,
�����the melt, vapors and steam,
�����chapped and chafed
days
������of itself,
any wave is directed energy,
��������������������it might scroll or explode
����������� ���������������up
����������it might hook
������������������itcouldflattenitself
it could stretch���towards���the���sky
it c�� an beco�� me�� ung�� raceful
it can impress a woman, knees up,
sitting on the sand
a special day, each wave both rocks and breaks
a day to walk the beach personifying
a day alone poured full, drunk dry
a day to chant
a blest day of interlaced chaos
� 2004 by john e
