33. The infinite tail of the ocean

to begin..

in circles

spiral

sponge

curl

wave

shrimp

the tail of the infinite ocean

of the ever

curvnig

wave-

of time

Time

you.

You and time

and time again:

you-

timeless you

less than you

in time

and me

writing

spining

curling

spiral,

sponge

spoon

in a warm

humid

pool

of the most

solid air:

water-

the tail of the infinite ocean

The infinite ocean

of words

into which

you-

time-

and me

have throuwn

ourselves into

To begin

with a smile

with a curl

of the lips

a twist

of fate's

corners..

To continue with

a fold

of the arms

into the infinity

of the most

soaking

embrace:

thank you

-she said.

Not to me

to time-

to her-

to her ever unfolding self

She-

The tide

and the sparkle

the fload of these words-

it is curve

like the air

that holds

together

the sight of us

time again

among these.

As the same 

wind

wraps them

into an

endless space

in between the words-

and the silence

the spaces around

the curves

that surround

this perfect

shrine-

misterious abbys-

oh powerful

thread

nitting

holding

together

the unexpected

to overjoyed

suspicion

of those who

tasted

the most sacred apples

not knowing

-never knowing-

what this-

the infinite tail of the ocen

will make of us

as we sail

together

unavoidingly into

ourselves.