Unity is…


The thing with waves.
When the night wind roars, and the moon rocks
The stormy cloud.
Dense, unsettling,
Lurking in the depths. Repeating its number,
Its identical sign.
Time passes; a crystallised prism.
Sunrays dance through stained glass shards---
The sands of time, glorified.
Stones that've touched time, in their refined matter.
An odour of age, of water, salt and dreams---
Lost, at sea.

I'm encircled by a single
Thing. A single movement, a mineral weight.
I work quietly, mulling over myself.
A wrinkle in time, a fleeting reverie.
I mediate, isolated in the spread of seasons. Centric,
Enveloped by a silent geometry.
A partial temperature
Drifts down from the sky. A distant empire
Of confused unities
Reunites.
Encircling---

me.

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