see-saw

Adrift on sinusoidal waves of Passage
bottles and corks searching for a Message,
Surfing the swells of a Moebius strip
Past, Present and Future are on a trip.

Within the alabaster oysters of our minds
are colliding reveries and memories
and memes from forgotten times.
The pearl spawned there from froth and fume
is but a precious fork out of tune
not yet struck by its creation myth,
riding the crests of nadir and zenith.

Sick from the seas' pendulous rise and fall
the pearl turned inward and made a call -
"What i see is but the present of a past that I saw,"
And lo (and behold) -
that calmed the seas and stilled the see-saw!