Perhaps it is the sky
that holds the sea’s intrigue;
___the great wide willingness that
_hangs above the seething swells,
that bears the pomegranate’s blood
_upon its evening brush
___and lifts the chalk-white flight
_of gulls at noon,
that sheds the night’s masked vision
_come the dawn
___and brings always forever
_into sight, placing eternity so
faithfully upon the horizon.
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