The dolphin glides the early
that lie in depth within the seas of being,
recycling our many hues of moods
within an ocean of immensity,
leveling itself within a slanted ecstasy
that spins within a spiraling affect;
reaching ever deeper for the source of all that is,
while floating in a bliss of utter ecstasy unfolding.
Behold, the constancy of dark
as day and night transcend themselves,
portraying all of life in an infinity of pure delight,
seeking to arise and fly again in freedomís airy wake.
And so the eagle soars unhindered,
ascended and descending from the stores
of all the dolphin knows and more -
for now somehow the vastness of all oceans
allows itself to see itself complete . . .
? Michaelette ?
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