Your Face

Let this ocean all but end.
This sea, may it grasp the infinite undulations of forbidden time and shake the foundations of the most stable thought.
Both now and forever.
For I have seen with my very eyes the coalition of endless beauty on its skin
And beneath I have witnessed the immersion of all that is human. All that is life.
Who can say its limits?
It is here. It is there.
It is in each eye. In the hallowed detriment and soundless victory now passed.
By smile and centimeter it does stretch to heighten and deepen its course.
Every breath bares its feeling.
Every worry hewn décor craves and creeds its gist.
Who can know its end?
For love knows no finish
And sways not with the reel of tempest
But gazes perpetually in the midst of any and all
And like burden it cradles the weary of heart,
Humbles the mighty
And brings purpose to the forgotten.
But look full and know there exists none less casual.
Nothing less felt; Nothing more exact.
Then you will see as I.
For I hold it above feeling
Above element, life or death,
And with a most desperate ardor seize its choice.
For here or there, nothing is more needed or deserved the least.