( the sea and its multiplicities, WCW)

I am the voice of the ocean, listen. you can hear me when I merely whisper there is no need to answer be still while I am in motion ponder my heart when it breaks as it does crashes forward becomes foam of my mouth overflowing my volume as immense becomes silent what it holds in its wholeness comes aground surfaces up to the clouds enormous dont ask me for less than what I consist. To be a brook, river, lake, or a pond it is not what I am for Im countless. Enormous as the grief that I swallow larger yet larger than any shadow