xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxYou can see how the waves
roll in and out but the shore
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxremains intact. Essentially
unchanged. Or how a seed
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxopens and the shoot pushes up
while the root thrusts down.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxA horizon of sun above, mineral
and water below. Argue
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxif you must how the shore manifests
instability, how grains of sand
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxare swept off the beach and cast
into new maps. Or how
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxcanopy shades the smaller tree
to death while roots crack
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxthe mortar of a house. Cry out what
you imagine the heart
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxof the world to be. What solace
in the harsh knowing all you
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxlove will perish? The sun rises.
The sun sets. If you think
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxof a great circle you are half right.
Consider center and radius,
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxnot circumference. Consider containment.
You choose the weight of stone
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxin your belly when you could
be a feather. In the end none
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxof this matters. As you fall or fly
remember the way of the sea.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxTo surge is to recede is to surge is to recede.