Here is the Dark Eye of the Sea

                          For bone, rock cutting in,
                          Circling off a circle of shadow darkened sea,
                          Dividing from the pale swell
                          A jet black pupil

                         Now the surging sea,
                         Bulging over the blistered boundary,
                         Pooling in craters,
                         Veiling the rim of the pupil wedding white

                        Down streams the sea,
                        Pushing the pupil out of it's socket,
                        Spilling it up to the swell,
                        Filming over a cataract of drifting swirl

                        But only momentarily,
                        For the whirling water is sucked down again,
                        Leaving the raw wall
                        Of the socket flecked with foam

                        Once again silence,
                        Weightless water in the deep,
                        Hanging like gas,
                        For gloom is melded with sea

                        This is the rhythm,
                        In me, my thought, senses, inseparable from it,
                        Tugged round
                        And round by the waters dark gushings

                        Slowly transposed beneath me,
                        The cycle of each thought living only to exit,
                        I can stop neither,
                        The in, out, gushings of the dark eye
                        
                        But here is a round pebble,
                        Following it's shape I find the shape I began with,
                        More reliable, an anchor,
                        The dark waters break against it.