#WritcoPoemPrompt116

All was just merely coincidence,
Mismatching the present for the past,
Believed it was related to past-life experience,
but a future breath was in the mast

and the waters of life were dancing upon the deck.

Splines of waves break and return like thunder born by the absence of sound.
Lights in fields take their turn.
The horses of latitude have run aground.

and Earth is become again but a tiny speck.

© Jason Dan Bailey

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