Jan 302015
Man is statue to the act unfolding,
Alone must watch new worlds unfurl.
The unstill sea against its shingle
Confounds his gems and wreckage.

To do, to be, is Hamlet's question,
Unstilly told to the breaking sea;
Love is a verb who's germy gestation 
Unfurls worlds that break to be.

The act unfolding is a falcon's strike,
The beak dashed blank to being's white cry--
And the moment alone, no more dreamed
But done, arcs arrow vowels to the sky.

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