The tiny dots about the shorelines
by Gil Gregorio
paddles a penny bundle that bind;
it's delightful substance creeping to lay
and the bottom was wide like black clay.
The moving sinews wind a clasping
twirled sea-hair white caps blending;
As it flew above the line swirling
it's the beauty of the cloud relaxing.
Oh blank sensation catches the heart
forgetting all the borders as it flows in;
looking at a whitish omniscent view
to the last breathe it fairly show.
The tremulous coagulation deepened
within the lines of inclining hyacinth;
T'was as if a flow engraving within
while the flesh hilt to a hype while singing.
The craddling sinews wind a beaching
hurled sea-hair white caps splicing;
As it ran the roadside in swimming line,
it's perturbed beauty engraved a dime.
Oh blank sensation catches my eyes
As I see that beauty underneath the lies;
It catches worm beyond my fleshy reach
one by one it clutches as I had my pitch!