The rocky shore of seatoun
The observer transported by a dream
Separating themselves from the concrete expedient
reprieve from the illusions of thorough puissance
The young restless live for decorated stories
of far off mythical places
of odd unparalleled beauty
Yet these places are real
Quotidian masses do not value or believe
Waves bulge the water upward in passages
making themselves welcome between hard shapes
filling and joining the myriad internal pools
The water transparent and nourishing to life
boasting the grains and lines of the underlying rock
Schools of eager fish pass through
navigating the opening and closing chambers
sea weed in beads and flaps
are pushed toward the land
Then pulled back toward the sea
As if participating willingly with the waves
Above it all is the gargantuan opening in the rock
Like a portal from another world an almost perfect circular opening
Giving the sea that perfect view of that enclosed bay
every tone of blue from dark wets to pale drys
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