The Patient Beast
Bodies in motion never stop wanting
Thinking of the Med tonight.
How ancient it is…
the billions and billions
that have come and gone
while it just lies and laps,
crashes and shouts,
breaks and retreats —
never satisfied.
What goes between us
feels universal,
feels infinite,
feels unhinged —
like tide against rock,
like an unsleeping hunger.
But it does not matter
to this blue-green beast
breathing in the dark,
its long body turning
under moonlight,
restless in its basin,
pressing against its shores
the way a body strains
toward touch.
It goes its way,
and never beyond the
boundaries set by God —
yet oh, how it aches to.
How it wants to rise,
to spill its cool hands
over cities and fields,
to cover everything,
to erase the distances
between one warm life
and another.
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Into every life a little light will shine. Thank you for being my luminance in whatever capacity you may. Shine on, you brilliant souls!
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