the /tideshifter/ keeps riddling with the ocean anthem of Mother Wave
whose reflection seems to illuminate the canvas of the black summers
enveloping across the land with the grey clouds precipitating and gravitating
as her breath utters the resonations of the true idiom of change and its subtlety
shifting the clouds' greyness to /purplexity/ with a little intricacy on the curves and edges
as the maze of mirrors takes to a journey of navigation through my images
traversing through umbrella bridges whilst fleeting through ships of memories
cosmic expansion in my chest--- I am the /tideshifter/---
the alchemist of the ocean waves; the weaver of the starlight radiance threads
