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in my dreams I crouch by the shore

the tide rushing in and out under its amber rays

of sun, warm on my back

crouched down the crashing waves leave their foamy residue

clusters of bubbles fine and white

wherein, I see little figures of me

in amber, and blue, and brown, and white,

in the sand and clear

wave after wave leaves these fine little universes

multiples of me, crouching peering into their own spheres

loosely encased in the thin film, the edges of the worlds,

and I think-

does another colour of me watch all this, outside of here?

what version of me am I here?

the waves breathe in and out on the shore

taking me away

and bringing me forth again

awake in the bliss of knowing, all is

transient, impermanent,

moved by love,

beyond the seeing eye.