The Great Wave

Light entered newly, continually...touching

light that imaged--I swore I was there, yet 

there was elsewhere.

I could isolate no thing and call it mine.

Bluing takes on blue--bluer elimination

rounds of sloshing sublimity...troughing,

swelling, welling, and sparkling.

A heart mouthing its breaker...as Hokusai's

immortal upheaval, the shape of cataclysmic

implication lent to shapeless actuation (futurity).

You and I may be counted among those drown

by a neutrally charged force of nature (Love).

Peace be on the heart that could not help but

take it personal...peace be on it.

Dark entered newly, continually...touching

dark that imaged not--I swore I was there, yet

there was elsewhere...O impossibly personal/

impersonal One!

Tears of brine can be tasted...how bitter they are--

the Ocean has shifted the focus of her love.

Konstantinos Mark