The King.

The king tides occur when the Earth, Moon and Sun are aligned at perigee and perihelion.

In Hydro.

Going in, the deep humid smell of the swimming pool

And the timeless, ringing echo of childish shriek and splash,

Can't compete with the changing room stink of piss and perfume.

No hero here. No high dive,

Or kilometres of freestyle before breakfast.

A mid afternoon interlude of convalescence in hydro.

The physiotherapist, siren like, encourages from the shore

The already wrecked bodies trapped in the shallows.

Entanglement.

IS THIS ABSTRACT ENOUGH FOR YOU.?

Is the opposite of abstraction, realism, or truth or  something more concrete?

Does abstraction have an opposite or is its antonym a false equivalence?

Can there be partial abstraction, like being a little bit dead or slightly fucked?

If abstraction can exist on a continuum is it to one end or is it in the middle?

Can abstraction exist without reference to cats in boxes or trees in forests?

Is there a place for the sacred on this continuum?

Because anything and everything is sacred unless it is profane.

Is the opposite of abstraction, profane or is it sacred ?

Is the notion of the sacred implicated in belief and superstition?

Or are all of these notions just tools of the trade, like the chisel and the brush

And the pulpit and the word?