OCEAN REFLECTIONS: Acknowledging the Waves of Life & Death Surrounded by emerald-blue immensities crashing in flurries of foam the ocean follows majestic rhythms better than any poem And within each drop of the pelagic sea the Hands of Death also weave. Even after leaving primal waters our consciousness waxes and wanes thoughts mutates into beachside froth and a rhythmic roar inside of us suggests the sea is never far away. . . Nor is the Grim Reaper who moves with the tide of each day. Ron: Half of this poem is illegible. Lex: It doesn't matter: soon enough all of it will be that way. Ron: You know, I hate it when people become dead while living. This is often happens when they get exposed to too much metaphysical crap. . . ===================================================================================== from _Last Poems: Lost Poems_ by T Newfields SUMMARY: A meditative poem about dissolving in the ocean of death and life KEYWORDS: dissolution, dissolving in death, metaphysical crap Author: T Newfields [Nitta Hirou / Huáng Yuèwǔ] (b. 1955 - ) Begun: 1996 in Maui, Hawaii ✠ Finished: 2018 Yokohama (Japan) Creative Commons License: Attribution. {{CC-BY-4.0}} < LAST https://www.tnewfields.info/LastPoems/quaesitum.htm TOC https://www.tnewfields.info/LastPoems/index.html NEXT > https://www.tnewfields.info/LastPoems/scissors.htm