the lake

The lake like dark wine

unfurled, bent in the light,

rose as waves in the sea,



on the pebbled beach.

I may as well


not be

here: I might be

mad, but feel


the water rising up the sand

would be/is;


even if

I never was

there, by the wave-tormented sea.

4 thoughts on “the lake

  1. I like Dean’s comment, yes, it touches on the feeling of a natural event without the observer, and how can we ever get our head around that. Intrigues…..

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