oneI feel like the sea, still and moving, shifting, but still. and whatever that means. good. bad. just a strange calm emptiness, hollowed but full. like a glass where the water poured into it pours with such force the water inside of it is pushed up over its walls, so for a brief moment there is a space where there is no water from outside the glass and there is no water from inside the glass and there is water moving all around that space, holding it almost. I feel like that moment. good, bad? I dont know what that means.
two
where the river meets the oceans I feel must work in very much the same way as that glass of water
three
from above and in the middle of it, the waves at the top of the sea moves in a direction. like one giant body of an animal and a pack at the same time, heading in the direction of something, a grove, a plain of tall grass. a cold rock. a cliff. but it is really just moving to where it already is, while beneath it moves in the other direction. both parts moving continuously towards itself and never quite arriving there. at the center of both those moving circles is the deepness. still and green and dark and hollow in itself. it isnt empty as it's a substance, it's the thing that is filling another thing, filling the biggest made bowl. but from the perspective of the ocean, being in the waters there is only stillness, only empty. hollowed and full at the same time.
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