Sartre by the sea shore

Standing on the Beach,
Contemplating the Ocean,
“Maelstrom, Maelstrom…we all fall in”

Gazing toward the wet horizon,
With wishful mind of wonder:
“Madness, Madness…where do I fit in.”

Desert Beach Shore Winds
Burning sand behind the eyes
“Wasteland, darkness coiled within”

Surf tows me under,
Circumstance’s siren song:
“Maelstrom, Maelstrom…Thou shall swirl & spin.”

Feel the water’s salty nature
Against my frozen skin
“Wave-slash, Backstroke…we all shall swim.”

Swimming and surging
Embraces swimmer to sea:
“Maelstrom, Maelstrom…the Being within.”

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Chromatica

Our History’s prism like lenses
Refract the heaven sent light
Into colors that can never contain
The full harmony of white.

Red and Green And Blue and gold
Shimmer five billion shades,
Five billion eyes where passion lies
Absorbs these shades with blades.

Chromatic Lights will dance with blades
In colors eyes won’t see,
Blades will blind leaving coin covered eyes
To see the dark of the bottomless sea.

Red and green and blue and gold
Shine in on the eyes of a man,
His eyes an arc of perception;
The subjective he understand.

Perception, eyes, mind and blades
Do not make the whole of mankind,
For History is more than the sum of each man:
Like a square is more than four lines.

Subjective perception or singular rays
Are fragments of truth and heaven’s White,
But the whole of True Understanding lies
Where Man moves beyond his own sight.