lines from somewhere midst the Indian Ocean, moon of reckless water:
Thoughts where dark silence might otherwise bloom, still call to me... Tis difficult to proceed in and through the tangle of words when one is a fleeting outline of light, as seen on a distant cloud at sunset. Presently i gaze into an Indian Ocean sunset, which no words can touch - perhaps one could say that to look upon it is to receive a part of oneself, melting infinity in shifting hues poured into a heart igniting aerial wildfire, an absolute love which shatters a person and leaves only being, if just for a moment. Or i could, say nothing... in the dark bloom of silence.
The sun sinks further. The fire leaves bluish grey clouds like ashes strewn upon the sky. The last light of dusk glimmers on the changing waters. There is rain in the distance.
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