'Birds settle on the strand like notes of silent music'


Tender fibrils stream like hair
Driven tendrils spiral up
Into convolution of seashells
Undulatory breathing of the air
Corollas of clouds when my dream
Blooms, soon
Pulsating strings deep down in me
Like the winged light of lustral waters
Up I fly;
            Fly in me
O: Exclamation of crystalline flowers
Of opened eyes to the eyes of the seas
Choral echo of delight
The wispy clouds coil and whisper,
He's there
I'm embalmed in a living tomb
of irises

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