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                           water lapping and waving
                           across and over itself here
                           like a community
                           for miles and miles

                           just a spine emerges
                                   water parts
                           waves wash over – no
                                   maybe not –
                           but they subside
                                   yes it is still there
                                   a little higher
                                   a little wider

                           rivulets run over it and off
                                   taking the salt
                                   the dirt the life
                                   with it

                           a spine an expanse
                                   inexorably upwards
                           inch by inch
                           span by area
                                   league by reach
                                   how wide is it?
                           water cascading off now
                                   will there
                                   be room
                                   for the ocean?




allowing wormhole: writing as zazen
being wormhole: ontophilology
sitting wormhole: uncompletely