that looks so still
cast such splendid
webs of light
upon this battered hull?
And this hull, in turn,
which burns its dark shape
into the stillness below,
defined by such a luminescent edge --
How can so much light
give off so deep a shadow?
That which is born to move
is tied
and rests in that which is still
and yet we know
that both are born to move...
Is it that tension which creates
the impact of the moment;
the pull against the line,
the wavering of the straight edge --
the reconciliation of opposites?
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