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(The Boundary - What contains the system?) At the shore, I stand. Betwix the land, I'm sure my hand can comprehend the vertex and...

Beyond the surface, of which I stand,

the horizon's strand, to apprehend,

revealing constants yet to expand...

I lay aligned to sequenced sand.

0

(Potential - What exists before distinction?) As I grasped at will, light as the air,

I plunged, stiffened still; nothing was there.

A vessel to fill,

I become aware,

relatively still, until I spill...

where?

1

(Existence - What is?) Am I gone?

What is left?

Simply one...

drowning breath?

Made undone

by the shallow depth?

2

(Distinction - What is not this?) Fade, I not, into death

Breathe, unstable, breath by breaths

I made unsubtle distinguishments

Meant to forget what all is left.

Interweaven, the same, I can address

Splintering forth the name, again, at my best

3

(Relationship - What emerges between things?) To my head, to my heart,

Shoulder right, left, impart:

Who I am, was, and will

Be in sight from the start;

Roles likely to fill, still,

Seconds: Eons apart

4

(Structure - What stabilizes emergence?) Second silence; Embark.

Stuck in stillness; sea dark.

Sacred structure, instruct conjuncture,

Shadow sought forth sovereign art.

5

(Transformation - What changes the structure?) Rhythmic breath, one more, I had,

exhausting what's lost, I understand

Complexity was more than just in my head

Solemnity sought solace, construed law from a trend

As each bubble I bled, brought precipice to its end

6

(Interdependence - What depends on what?) So see the sea there? Ceaselessly aware.

Sound fluidly care, carrying the body, the hair?

The ocean, to share, our buoyant affair—

Afflicted, yet we're lifted, as heir to our air.

7

(Reflection - What observes the system?) Motion, her stair

Staring at our despair

Sent torrents of pillows

Sapping nothing of air.

Sweet unknown nothing,

Flaring meaning,

being meaningfully bleak.

Fertilizing beds of algae

Billows blanketed my screams.

8

(Manifestation - How is understanding embodied?) Currents, currently abhorrent,

Born of torrents to break us to bits

To fish, feeding frenzied crustaceans,

Torn apart, pieces that fit.

Adrift and alone,

do shoals roam on their own?

Together their own, unstagnant, each zone,

under all known clouds, stars, and caverns

drenched with no kingdom to call their own.

9

(Completion - What has been produced?) As dust dispersed

Drenched, unearthed:

Tide's tithe of thine,

Once identified as mine

Quenches eagerly, her thirst.

The shell I fill was hardly enough,

These bones, this skin, to time, I trust,

Was never as tough, as I had once thought

The relic remains, relative to what's lost.

10

(Renewal - What survives the cycle?) Without an ear, I hear–

A song she will share

through waves in the air,

Crashing, atemporal, each snare.

How could I know?

Nothing is known—Unknown until shown.

What mind is left to be bestowed

This harmony of harm and flow?

This cacophony of euphonic glow

Gleaming, this thanatomicrobiome!

11

(Revelation - What becomes newly possible?) I’m bound by your current

currently, if I weren’t

would the sound of this torrent

warrant abhorrent adornment?

Replayed sacraments to make amends,

to whom and to whose sole ends?

To mend all of which offends?

A world offensive to no end?

A self tore itself from its own head,

The shoals from the schools, headed to the same bed,

Unlike the space where I laid awake in dread,

Fighting myself and others, I fed,

Insufferable sorrow to be rid of, I pled.

Beaten, my heart, that painted the void red.

12

(Synthesis - How do all parts fit together?) Red waves return to sand,

Blue sand returns to stone,

Bleached, worn stone spills through my hand,

Not a pallid microbe drifts alone.

The yellow moon in the purple sky

compels the tide, as the setting sun

Meets orange tides that guide the foam,

The green seafoam compels its stride

To mist, unmissed, recalls a rainbow

13

(Horizon - What lies beyond the map?) The body hosts colossal beings

Yet gives itself a name.

Storms forget the rain it brings

But cried alongside our pain.

These waters drowned innumerable things,

young to old, of all manners, they mean

to recall the memory unseen,

not to forfeit the last breath

breathed by he—

a boy drowning alone

With witnesses around,

Deafened or bound from the fading call

of his will to be saved.

We’ve neglected nearly all.

What’s left here to teach?

For what more,

and to what end,

are we left to outreach?

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(The Boundary - What contains even the horizon?) At the shore, I am. Betwix the span, I'm sure my reach can comprehend the nexus beach...

Beyond the fragments, of which I land,

the horizon's band, to expand,

revealing constraints yet to apprehend...

I seem aligned with each sequenced sand.