Where is he?

Blended.

Naught but his titularity.

Intended,

Knowing I should look for thee

Do I forgo the vast, green sea,

Unended,

As only darker than the sky,

Which upward lifts the eye

Unto the starry cogs of God’s machinery,

In superfluous motion,

Alike this great, green ocean,

Must be intentional in its superfluidity,

For, what great backdrop is it all

To the main scene and stage,

To thus exorbitance install,

Beautiful book for banal page;

Hence, man thinks nature wise devised

To reflect the painter’s will,

Though all that is surmised

Is by the beholder’s quill;

So, Monk, what sees thee in the sea?

Is it by the very form of God on which you do now totter,

Or is it only water?

Were you monk before,

Or are you only hence,

As wares within our store

Decide our future tense?

Monk, I cannot fathom your thoughts,

As you behold the sea,

Yet, though your image rots,

Your muse is still to me.

So, look on it I will,

Yon great, green ocean,

And look on it until

Inside I feel its motion!

-Poyetikos