The Intercept of Land and Ocean
by Armando Ortiz
Look at the ocean, close your eyes, and see the sounds of midnight;
Waves crash and come alive with the phosphorus glow of magic,
Sit on the sand and feel it adjust like a mattress that offers a starry delight,
Grains, though many, make up a bed of golden feathers found inside heaven’s attic,
Dreams, though never known, come alive with holy heart felt rite,
And play with the words of soul and sole and stroll on the tattered valleys;
Walk in darkness with ease and sleep with the light of sun, lacking fright
Swinging the cane of Cain and carrying on shoulders Sisyphus’ chain
Lying at the edge of the ocean pondering the unseen noises of morrow
And after traversing through unknown lands and pondering the deepest thoughts
Attempting to grasp the complex instances of gesture and words of sorrow
Like Poe we ask ourselves as our eyes look west, and the mind thinks to be; is a dream within a dream.
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