In all vanishing act
of your imagery
I found you fathomless
in every meeting of the horizon
Like in every turning wheel
that I find myself rolling down
I ever find you wrinking at my swollen path
Like all turbidity that falls by the night
I care thy look
in every rising sun
In every wakeful silence
you pledge your will, but
In every beat I run my passing time
Say, by what willingness
I turn my tide, that will heave
An ocean of thy love
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