Or is it the great tide that covers the rock-pool
so that it and the rock-pool are indistinguishable
from the sea-shelf and are part of the sea-floor,
though the sea-anemone may quiver apprehensively
and the dried weed uncurl painfully
and the salt-sediment rebel, "I was salt,
a substance, concentrated, self-contained,
am I to be dissolved and lost?"
"it is fearful, I was a mirror, an individual,"
cries the shallow rock-pool, "now infinity
claims me; I am everything? But nothing";
peace, salt, you were never useful as all that,
peace, flower, you are one of a thousand-thousand others,
peace, shallow pool, be lost.
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