This island
Surrounded by crashing waves
Sanctuary
The tide goes out
The island swells
Its borders expand
Settles in to this new normal
Becomes more stable
More lucid
Then waves come crashing back
Devouring stability
The island shifts in ecstatic ecstasy
Welcoming the maelstrom
All distance fled
Cavorting in the froth of the sea
distance
Slice
What sympathy of transgression
Or mortal words
Or callous rime
In fear, in symbolitry
A solipsistic jaunt
Turn, but turn, but turn
Turn and be found
So spoke, so dreamed
Found cradle
The bright lights seethe
Cauldron bound
Chaos demonstrates it’s order
Slip on by
Pelgris 