the sea knows my mind better than me
akin to the sea, I let
my mind drift, flatten,
and rise up--to the present velocity
of moon's integrity
simple spirit of liquid jewels--
at times jars- and only
within moments, flip-flops
into a beveled becalming
stoking solidarity--
coastal breeze appeases,
cools rage- the secret
agent of change
mind divides on its own accord:
as honestly as the red sea at sunset--
then comes together, whole
in prayer at sunrise
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