WORD:
waves are nothing but
threads of water
pulling back and forth like frayed fabrics.
the inking on the notes confesses
that silver clouds with silver linings
has speck of silver molecules in its crashing.
it clangs like a cymbal and subdues,
only to arise again and repeat.
spiralling into nature’s spontaneity.
we measure tsunami in man-made timescales.
and when hems of water loosen,
we dye the earth with its floods.
where arks become archaic
and sinking becomes redundant.
only to arise again and repeat.
call yourself a cycle discovered,
every 50 years like Kondratieff.
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