An island
always obtains in paradise,
if only that far —
a line up ahead,
virtual as the horizon:
brilliance,
simmering, down on its luck;
brightening hope,
amounted to another day — visible
behind:
caudate like a
dinghy
or you on water skis;
this boat eventually leads home.
Every lightning bolt shall show
it:
immovable amid the flux,
assured above the tide;
throughout the forest, evergreen.
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