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Part 3:
SEA

Of mineral and bone
we are known,
stamped into the chaos
of endless dust and stompy air
where, more than wind or stone,
we quell the burden of breath, 
alone. 
In the umbral shades of early grey
as tides churn deep to belly up,
white-tipped crests, rumbling,
foam & sink.— 
This, too, embosses stars
beyond the schemes of benthic dreams,
beyond the troika:
earth, sea, sky.
There is comfort in the ancient, 
in the ambient swallow, 
the yawn of the pink window 
reflecting the numinous sun sinking on
the other side of the sea; —
the altered sea below with its indigo depths.
The open flow of dark water tipped with
pearl-foam,
ephemeral as loam, 
rushes toes,
then folds our fingers in its 
ambiguous claws.         

Part 4:
SKY

We are become nimble in liminal spaces.
Far from arbitrary, you and I defy articulation,
just as the separation dividing earth from stars 
becomes something novel in its azure lightness.
Lightness of æther,
of essence
defining the separation, atmospheric; —
without it, earth and its denizens would crisp 
or implode.
(Gravity is quirky in that way.)
Tenuous balance of sun to serendipity —
while offering what is essential, necessary…
Thanatos of circumstance,
Thanatos at play.