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?)