NATURAE | Page 3

complement for a
vulnerability . For all their imposing sinews , yours are not the
governing hands of existence . They act upon the will and bidding of
the Supreme Master .
May the tardy guest proceed .
OCEAN: The greater portion of the
Earth . My mass exceeds that of land yet my jurisdiction lies below airy
sky . Altering currents pass through my mass . Moored in tranquil rest I
am a delightful sight for strollers along the strand , a fortunate find for
a happy cruise . Often called ?The Sea? or ?Ocean? , I?m the watery
brine though many a stream of fresh rivers feed me . Swell to
gargantuan heights , I shake courage off bravado?s veneer , my unease
peels off pugnaciousness as hollow quaverings of terror are shoved
within core of accustomed seafarers . Ships and boats are playthings .
At rest , I allow them free rein to bob friskily . In vexation?s fetters I
toss them vigorously , sometimes causing them to keel over .
Within me creatures close to the surface and residents of the deep
depths are lodged . Game to seafaring land dwellers whose existence
upon my munificence rely immensely . There are seasons when I grant
grand bounty but when abused I turn skinflint . Seabound land dwellers
despair till abates my rage . Look ye ! A speeding craft slices thinly
upon overlapping billowy currents , leaving traces of its course with
trails of upturned foam . As speedily as it was spliced asunder , tidal
ripples suture incisions made . Stitching with natural precision , revived
waves teem with renewal .
Withdraws from the rostrum . Arbiter
rises . Speaks .
ARBITER: Well said all ! Soon ebbs this respite . We
shall part and I shall take contents of proceedings to my Celestial
Master . Go now your diverse ways . The spherical world awaits
anxiously . A pause too lengthy upheaves life?s cycle . To this amusing
assemblage , my gratitude to your accomodating forbearance . Hasten

to your preordained forte . Recent friends and orators , fare thee well !
END
NATURAE part 2 by DOM
the scene : at DAWN
Two fleeting phases when light and twilight
blend . Thus sojourns both Day and Night . One to end while the other
ascend .
DAY: Good morning cousin . How fares the night ? I have
had my fill of peace and hunger now for the business of the day .

NIGHT: Greetings my cousin . For now we meet and then part again .
We bandy thoughts at this hour of Night and Day .
DAY: Day and
Night .
NIGHT: Whatever pleases you . Well now my Day , speak of
the struggle of existence which you?ve often seen .
DAY: The
struggle for existence ceases not for Day or Night . A pervasive conflict
that bows not to the Hour . Green thatches of interlocking foliage jostle
and slalom . They long to be Sunlight?s chosen . Bough battles bough ,
each sprouting leaf and lengthening shoot aims to outwit its rival . Sub
ground roots hit and parry along dense soil . Roots wrestle for coveted
routes towards moisture . Self preservation is the strongest impulse
underground as well as above .
NIGHT: Since primordial age have
both land and sea been at odds for a larger slice of this world . Sea still
whips outer reaches of land in its attempt to encroach further .
Humanity intervenes . Soil deposits of hinterland are poured upon
chosen shores . Beach head outstretches into the sea instead . But
constant vigil is a prerequisite to curtail the efforts of lashing waves .

DAY: Cousin Night . With your sprawling cape over the world , surely
you are most apt to tell us of Vice .
NIGHT: It is true that my cape
conceals but caution I bid you . Do not pitch me into vile corners of
knavery . ?tis not a whittling chore to seek Good if discernment stays
lucid , gumption remains yours while will defies still the convenience
of hearsay . Veils may be drawn in the shade of Nocturne yet weigh the
weight with care for all cast in Darkness are not all kin or consort to the
mask of Menace . At all hours stealthy thievery and tainted intrigue are
spun and done . A measure of its doers heed to care that form and face
stay anonymous in the knowledge of those grieved . Risk of telling

mark brands those known as sought fodder for aspiring avengers . DAY:
Offence was not the intention nor ill will sought . Fault of tongues
missteps . We offer our apologies as balm for a bruise . Most
unfortunate that my cousin is oft mistaken as a blanket for