Ebb and Flow

At the bottom of the Ocean of Becoming

Lay the wrecks of many things already been

   Among the crests of waves and swell and surges

Some ideas float, other rise and sink unseen.

   How does no-thingness emerge into a some-thing

Are they illusions? Ephemeral surface schemes

Collapsing castles in the air, returned deposits

Only sedimentary subterranean dreams

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