Considering fullness and its appearance…composition of view may beseem.
Standing close, ever far
the follies of nature…
rarely intellective schemes.
Tempests on a calm…
Surrounded by the Seascape and within all its crests,
It is the undertow where the baseless dimness,
obscures the stirring brunt.
The vortex of self, will hide the quiet storm.
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