The sea-gull poises
In the charged, expectant air.
The sea-gull poises
With delicate resistance.
Its sheer conscious being
Is cause to strike creation
Out of all this emptiness.
The sea-gull waits,
Wavering slightly
Against this mighty immanence.
So does my heart wait
For the release of a substance
Not yet seen.
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