Over surfaces – appearances judged
Thinking we’ve completely worked it all out
Any deeper – it all needs to be loved
So much more than merely skimming about
Deeper than the abyss of oceans delved
Not ever close are the bowels of the earth
Nor the fathomless cosmos so beheld
Mere shallow puddles piddling their dearth
That trawls as abyssal as love had trawled
Through dark mystery’s endless inertia
In silence – so coveting all that’s hauled
A deeper knowing of the minutia
Every screw and cog that Fate had reasoned
Beyond our logic of minds well seasoned.
Cheung-Ling Wong
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