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The Sea of Traherne
You never enjoy the world aright till the sea itself floweth in your veins.
—Thomas Traherne, Centuries of Meditation
All through his body is a joyful pulse
That says his love's more wide and canyon-deep
Than anyone can tell—the morning dew
Increases him, and he wraps round the Earth.
Noon & Night
Inside his skull, the innocence of sharks
Disperses fins of rainbow, ruby, pearl;
Within the heart's a beat unspeakable,
Though peaceful, tethered to a coral branch.
At all Times, in all Places
He's sportive in eternal founts of time
Where all of past and future surge as one,
Where trooping waves dance up a shingle beach,
Laughing and tossing bright confetti wealth
Of burnished glass and conch and weed to shore
In tide that's full yet always coming in.