Listen. Quietly. Listen to the sea.The surf that shushes thought is out of sight.

The smaller sharper noises of the night

are aeons less eternal than the sea.

Or are all sounds eternal decomposed

to separate perturbations of the air?

Is mortal meaning only what we snare

and think it signifies what we supposed?

Eternal takes too long to interest me

although I want to fool myself I care.

I turn the light off, sit still in my chair

and listen, listen quietly (to the sea?)