The light dances
upon the waves
drawn down
decrepit landscapes
and amid
the cacophony
spiraling my ears
(glorious soul-steering).
Waves ripple
echoes turmoil
beads of illumination
endeavor to press through
and submerge once more
all in rhythm
this expression
(sorely lacking).
Such crests and troughs
the mercuric slices
come from within
are appeased from without.
nirvanic calm never reaching
but closing in on
(another perfect cymbal).
gelatinous center
still so ready
to…mold?
despite establishment and time
(sink deeper
in boundless wisdom
my dear Cheng!)
straight-laced steel
spun between two planes
then traversing
a way between
fetal
imposition
(in position).
A strive let’s stride
for metered response
become manifest
trees and shore
shining sea
boundaries seen
always then
apparent.
