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The wave, the tide,
the convergence
of sound and will,
a medium tainted
by memory,
the span of time
is a whispering,
ageless sea.

This creature
called Life
floats upon it
and battered by wind,
meteor and desire,
slides in and out
of every wave,
and plays with all molecules
to find no answers,
only being.

Watching, waiting,
wondering, being.

Copyright ©2006 by P. J. Bromfield