Rolling…crashing with such intensity, a color change is imminent.
The sea is swirling left to right today, as if the water’s going against the grain. Flecks of sunshine illuminate
the white of the tumbling waves, flattening as they crumble…a moment of calm as the ocean collects itself.
With the wind moving my van, i witness power. As far as the eye can see blue and white as far as my
vision takes me and admirers, fully geared against the strong, cold breeze. Gulls waiting their Terns patiently
hovering, glancing downward…..
timing the dive as unknowing food is tossed to the top.
AMAZING: the cycle of life…….
I see the lighthouse, shining bright when I come here at night, burned with salt and sand…enjoying a moment
of rest as it watches the cresting water recede, only to crash back again gathering speed to rush the shore.
The surface reflects the sunlight…an eyeball stuck in the reverse world of a mirror and smears
the bird’s cold belly as it spies another easy meal.
A 747 flies above it all and casts a sideways smile as it goes to another corner of this floating rock we occupy.
The mist fades as the wave that’s tumbled over and onto its sibling below spirits ahead in this rushing
race, in a cycle of balance and beauty be stowed up on my grate ful i noticed that the clouds are rolling the same
as the waves; dipping like the birds, as the cars all drive away and the next ones drive on by my favorite location
in this. Whole in the world i occur.
Laughter from the sand as it bathes in foamy surf. Two elements becoming a third…the wet sand being the mortar
of existence. A common ground imagined by a genius, whom at some time must have walked barefoot through it, rollicking as he dreamt the rest of the Universe
On the horizon, another priceless sight of the light-blue sky mingling with the roasted burnt-orange of
the bottom clouds looking like a blanket from my point of view. Starting at my feet as i lay here on this mattress
of life tucked-in and toasty-warm. Waiting for it to finally cover me i dream of success, the measure of which hav-
ing no bearing on the scale of my Earth.
Our achievements, like a trip to the bathroom in the middle of the night can be pissed into a bottle.
Then, new life comes and it’s time to swing your legs over off the bed and onto the floor, burying them in their new,
perfectly-placed warm, fuzzy slippers and go off to finish the rest of your daze.
You too will lay down at the end of the long year; weary enough to sleep forever…rising again as a new form, with
new slippers and scraps of paper hints to pave your road.
A smack on the ass will set progress into motion, self-projecting the rest. Falling from the nest and onto the floor,
there’s hardly a chance to aim, so get it right the first time. Live right, success will be high enough to satisfy all those
sparkles in your…..
Aye…always a strand of gristle between chews of perfectly cooked steak, and your potatoes may be slightly
underdone. Be sure to need what you want. Heed the words of the headless, sated only by their need. They’d do it again if they could sprout another seed a reminder of why, they can never truly be happy.

Rough waters crashing down on waves who are on the way back to where they swirl again and turn around for more
of their day at the beach.
The strong wind shaking everything and throwing its weight around is sure showin’ those leaves a thing or two…
Darkening the sky, the clouds are evermore smudged with the coming dusk as they move another square
on this chessboard. The Master players shaping our fates as they concentrate. Such blind precision in deciding which
collisions of nature will wipe out what unsuspecting lot.
Revering their deities as they drown crushed beneath the city walls, One can hear them bleating their praise to the
shepherd who fell asleep on the clock, forsaking his flock.

Clearing his throat, he blinks it off as he reaches across the realms to play his hand.