The humpback spins, torques,
sprays,
breaches
the wave-capped skin of ocean,
the
skein of rolling foam and blue.
The
sky and sea explode unbounded
from
the newfound sexual seam that is horizon,
undreamt
of in his deepwater philosophy
of
pods piloting in hazy cataract.
He
is suspended in beatific view,
fixed
and freed in transcendental fugue.
I
wake within a dream, impressionism’s blur,
to
discover the crystal lucidity of sight,
consciousness
squared and multiplied by joy.
Suspended
above the bustle of a crowded street,
I
feel the vibrations of a thousand strings
plucked
into harmonies beyond the scales
fallen
from my eyes and unknown clefs.
Everything
is rhythm ejaculating symphony
as
rich and rhyming as any spiral arm
speckled
with star stuff in a pinwheel galaxy.
In
rare moments, I rise from my skin
to
see that this wonderworld is mere illusion.
I
am only mind inside a greater mind
observing
the frequency of beget, believe, become.
A
transparent eyelid blinks to behold
the
marvel of behold, I and thou,
before
I sink back into the ocean of Adam’s dream
and
sing another meandering, migratory song.
~William Hammett
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