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White soul in Turkey’s gulf,

The black chill, the blessed fathoms

Holding that gargantuan mammal

For hands smaller than its eyes…

 

To find all this benevolence is to descend

Attended by depths receiving such life

With a respect for the letting go.

 

Love, so evident, the lesson has never been

Until now with how we wave, riding foam

From either side as the whale

Bubbles perception-----

 

Links, links,

This world beyond triptychs,

But views to feel time

Touching collages,

touching roots

Oceans-round.