He was silent for the longest time
(it felt like an eternity),
brooding over the dark waters
as though through glass, strangely
untouched by the storm, unmoved
by the violence of the deep as it wrestled
life to the surface, only to sink
again into depths unplumbed.

Fascinated; hypnotized
by his own genius, he skimmed
something like a stone across its face,
turned away, stopped, spoke: “Light,” 
he muttered, and at his back 
the sunset lit the sea on fire.

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