Immensity (Part 3) - an art work, poem, and dialog by T Newfields

III

Let me taste your froth & accept your body
as your currents mingle with mine . . .

Next to you, there's no fear ah crashing.
From your immensity comes a confidence
nothing kun undermine . . .

Sometimes love seems like swimming –
an attempt to negotiate currents we face.
Waves are opportunities for exploration.
And if we crash – what of it?
Water finds its optimum shape.

Crashing against sands of logic
Why worry about boulders anyway?
The dance of earth, moon & water
is an amazing play.

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Andrei:	Who is being addressed?
Soo:	Werru, he does 'crash against' rogic in many ways, but that's whatto I rike about dis poem: it's nut afraid ahh being irrogical.
Andrei:	Poetry has its own logic differing frum kummon sense.
Philyra:	I dunno. What we call 'common sense' often seems rather senseless.