As in Hokusai’s Great Wave,
I watch waves roll over,
before a volcanic cone.
Though these waves are
small & close,
they are perfectly rounded.
And though the distant volcano
looms large over the shore waves,
it has perfect symmetry.
I feel the roundness
&
simultaneous devastating power
of both elements at once.
Adrift at sea for days and days, who knows how it will end? Your body sloshes like the waves, but as your mind descends. Your mouth is dry; your body pruned. In thirst, the water taunts. But - ever wet - your skin sloughs off. When soaked, the water haunts. The sun burns hot. Then fog rolls in, and senses are deprived. And washing up on vacant shores, you find that you've arrived. You know not where - but feel relief. Land monsters can't be worse than those that grab you by the mind while high seas you traverse.
as the sun sets, a ship moves out to sea what's ocean dark?
a rocky monolith, jutting from the sea, is smashed by waves. overgrown with moss & gnarled trees. battered brutally & unrelentingly, and yet unchanged & unmoved. birds confidently settle upon the rocks & take off again, leisurely.
the high tide island is a rocky outcrop when waters retreat
A ship crosses the ocean, in the darkness: darkness, black & endless no moon, no stars, just clouds -- thick & low clouds that can't be seen The ship has lights, but those lights know an event horizon Lights sometime glint against the waves, those roiling & undulating waves, and the lights bounce off the ship's hull But no one can see them, because if anyone could see them, the seers would be seen-- unless theirs is a ghost ship, piloted by literal ghosts, or some other agent of observation Maybe there is fog -- not enveloping the ship, (such mist would be felt on the skin of those on deck) but, rather, a fog between where the ship is, and where is should be For it is surely off course, listlessly drifting, all hope arrayed against edges: edges of ice & edges of the world Not that the world is flat, but, perhaps, it's not fully sculpted: maybe nothing lies outside the range of the seen: outside the bounds of experience It sounds crazy, but all kinds of crazy form in a mind submerged in darkness
Tiger Riding for Beginners 