obeyed by ocean waves.
O the difficulties
complexity faces
trying in vain
to mimic those movements—
the smooth morning rolls
and the afternoon sighing;
the silent fortitude
ordained by the moonlight
and the painless breaking
away overnight
of form
from its inevitable function.
So this then is the crest
and the pinnacle:
the refusal of flow
to relinquish its own edges,
to register the pressure,
the largess of all of the others
who have broken,
long before this—
our fathomless, vast
our fathomless, vast
unwillingness to depend.
