The ten thousand things
All springing forth and going
To shallow silent pools
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Thoughts come into the mind
Clouds float across the sky
An orange blur leaps onto a table
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Sitting in a dark pond
Shadows play across the deep
Angelus bells toll me from my sleep

Curious crash! Brash! And salty spray!
Poseidon lumbers and would bellow a Bray–
But for Sophia: mother in kind mind’s eye.