Sal Randolph

Into The Waters

As if this were a drug you’ve just taken, as if this were a prophecy, as if this were a canvas, the canvas of a sail, a veil, a veiling, a re-veiling, a reveal, What are we opening to revelation if not ourselves. Oursails, ourveils. Our marvels and marveling. Where had it gone, all that astonishment? We look down into the waters and everything is in constant motion, one thing turning into another, the boundaries playful and impossible. We need something wooden to act as the hull. By this I mean something literal, something that seems to persist in its form. Hull of a boat, hull of a seed. See, sea, seaward is the lull. 

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