The sun is new.
White
breakers roll
onto
sand with foam and roar.
A
crimson and orange sky
rises
into blue,
the
curtain up
and
lines recited by surf
and
gulls riding
updrafts
of sea wind
and
swells of current
over
the deep mind
of
a waking world.
It
is the dawn
of
new and everlasting
time
spun from nothing
but
the vacuum and void,
an
idea with an idea
of
form and substance.
From
east to west,
light
sweeps the land
into
cities and prairies
and
uneven mountains
that
insist on rock-rise.
From
water, it all begins again.
~William Hammett
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