first Spanish then the English
White Ocean
for Brian Nissan
The ocean’s music detonates
in the silence of the white light.
Always a new disorder,
a miracle of each singular moment.
the flight of the arrow
transformed on the target.
The gaze dissolves
in the ocean, broken mirrors
spraying light in all directions.
The ocean’s pounding
always pursues the calm
of the suspended gaze
where all light is music,
translucent spume that stalls
for an instant
then falls.
Night will come
as white as everything
to illuminate its mysteries
in the empty space of the ocean.
Ever present night,
the white ocean builds
and destroys its own history
in the dark hours
with a sway of silent brightness
that erupt in its profundities of light.
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