waves

what's in a wave
zooming through light
as if its quite known

every ocean hides stones
collected by the tide
coming in, every half of daylight
is hiding darkness
in its sight

every thought concentrated on
reveals more its own glimmer
its own passion and justified rationale
its own location and centre
its own heaven
its own hell

we all float happily now
as every cloud hides its sadness
every man between him
has vicinity of sin

every factory
every mechanic mannequin
its own turtle neck sweater
every universe some suffering
every button your pressing
is resetting
the rugged ether

every thought that minimal
or read liminal on the page
has a subliminal message

that's midnight in the heaven
with the angels of the day