• Vol. 04
  • Chapter 12
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Just say what you see.
The waves shore up a ringside seat
to a sun intent on creating an Ishihara plate.

If you squint
you might observe
a dolphin throwing in a running stitch
across the clear horizon,
holding us all together.
A decoupage of waves
to uncouple a face
in the flotsam, carrying all
that’s jettisoned on its back.

This says more about us;
that you’re seeing faces
and I see a plughole
down which the vastness of existence
is slowly spinning, anti-clockwise.
These facts place us where we stand.