Witness

Three waves break, one behind the other
in high winds and a rainbow rides
across the [[white]] spines
as if they were crashing though all colour
to that first dye, cast before the worlds
and picked up clumsily
by an ignorant man who did not yet k[[now]]
that this stooped position
was his proper place, right between
moon-moved rahma and what remains
hidden, for I could [[not]] [[be]] more certain
were it revealed, nor would I [[remember]]
yesterday, when the dolphins returned
in what only seems to be
to same [[sea]].

Traces

• God telling me