Northern moons rise and
I breathe ten thousand tides
Caressing anxious shores

Cautiously traversing
Galaxies hitherto concealed
Behind osculating planes

Deep inside my mind, as
I invert the oceans downside up,
Thoughts are racing toward

A torrential metamorphosis
Phasing naive empathies into
Absolute magnitudes of

Causal culpability I share
With etesian winds coercing
Waves upon peaceful seas

© Rob Taylor 2018, Noesis 

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