The Ocean stands blue and shadowy grey with the movement of
Sun
touching its brow......Without perchance, any doubt of the Now
sweet sweat pours down upon her breast
as the DOLPHINs dance song, within her, of rest....

Of music no longer eclipsing our souls......of the last heaves
of penance we've completed, Now consoled.......Who sing the
Oceans
blue, blue, and blue......and the song sings itself, magnet of
Ocean's grand soul.....fluid again, all eclipses realized whole....

We are the grid/god/dess, witness the flow of the overflow....