Sartre by the Sea shore , Chromatica

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