The endless sweep of the horizon
From my window seat, the sea
Gazing past the concrete holiday boxes
Today the wind is fierce
A hulk with two cranes shelters distantly in the bay
Overpowering banks of light trained on the shore
Pin points as
The sun sinks into the grey beyond

The steel sides groan against the waves
Its lights now become the sun
We can only know the endless by that which seems to end
The great ship made tiny by the sea
But where do I end and the waves begin?

In my dream I saw the same ship before now
Lashed by terrible storms
The empty vessel facing a grey sky alone
Like the boat in my mother’s painting
Unconsciously waiting for the end
Untethered and drifting towards emptiness

Are we lovers of truth?
What you love becomes the cornerstone of your life
Your limitations show the glory of the endless
The body’s empty vessel must be lost to the waves one day
But what remains
Holds the sea and sky in its gaze
Let the endless breakers roll to the horizon

Where do I begin?

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