earth ends at the edge of the water;
the sun on the horizon, alive.here, we meet each other and, by extension, ourselves,
the line where abject becomes subject.
there is a harmonious merging of spirit,
a great contrast to the din of man.
this great beauty, unmeasured,
simply written, like lines in the palms of our hands.
the end is, ultimately, a meeting
between oneself and another
without the anatomy of physical constraints.