Dream Time Poetry

It was at the beginning that sea touched on shore
like a woman still unsure of her sex appeal
and the shore did not recoil or think then to move
until the sea withdrew as time and tide decreed.

And by this same decree the sea returns again
to assess the state of nature since last she knew of it
but the shore for many years has lain comatose
absorbing air, dispensing it, and dead to the world.

The world meanwhile has succumbed to history
that decrees another war, another shift and crack
and another upheaval of what was solid, sure,
and still the shore sleeps as before.

And by this same decree the sea has too succumbed
to history’s penchant for repeating itself
but ‘tis not a free will choice to replicate the past
and experience again the very same outcome.

But, tra-la-la, the sea moves on, the shore sleeps as before,
and air does its magic trick of keeping the dead alive
for ‘tis nature’s decree that a state remains a state
from that time of the beginning until the very end.

So know this now; there’s no escaping history
until within a movement starts that grows to overtake
the  dictates of the past
but better really just to say
until the sea and shore unite!

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