Swaying my hand through the night sky like water My fingers river through time and space causing ripples The stars, watching, float in ominous darkness Orion's polka-dot reflection skates on the ocean's jagged plane. Rafting towards the edge of the world, I surf on the ocean's creases Rocking and rolling Rising and falling Not to find the horizon until morning It hazed away and left me here, bare, with the gods Forces of nature sling from left to right before me - Things I cannot see but dreams I can yet feel Streams pull in and out as the heartstrings of the moon's tides I stir the ocean's kiss with my paddle like a chocalate mousse Then reach for the moon, pulling it closer towards my latitude In order to illuminate my view of the universe as I sit on my dry wooden raft and read my poetry in peace.
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A Kuaked Reflection 