Thrills are greater in expectation than revelation, this is true
for everything in the world's compendium and even for gods.
Yet gods are no less gods for the mind's sobriety
the heart's near-perfect stillness in the storm of verdict.
Their sanctum no less a cathedral for banishing all colour
other than an inhospitable though pure and infinitely distilled blue.
The sea is that ancestral garden of origin and returning.
God's image inheres in the froth and it's not Man.