Poetry leads to the same place as all forms of eroticism — to the blending and fusion of separate objects. It leads us to eternity, it leads us to death, and through death to continuity. Poetry is eternity; the sun matched with the sea. Georges Bataille, Death and Sensuality
The Haunted Shoreline 
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I agree..
Lovely match of word and image.
I love the liquid ribbon of pure fire!
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