Enter stage left
ship emerging over the crests of waves
dangling an anchor
forbiddingly over the side.
No stopping the stopping
tearing halt among tremors of fluid
breath just as unstable
as the weakened ropes that tie down my sails.
The sight, a marvel;
innovations of waveforms and light rays
and the pure radiating sense
of a connection with God.
Discovery unrecorded by the ink of time
but resonant enough to quake history.















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