He lays in the ocean,
cruciform, eyes lacerated by salt
awaiting divine tides to guide Him
one way or another.
Beneath the waters, clear and glittering,
He discerns the Sun's shimmering corona
glinting back in the sands.
He rules to retrieve it, and diving under,
parts the water with His hands,
hinged with heavy chest.
Grasping that miraged halo
provided His rough hands
with nothing but coarse sand
and no safety of shore nor surface.
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