the shorelines of perception

I find it curious that the deep southern reach of the Malaya Peninsula constitutes the sole amphiscian zone across the entire Eurasian super-continent. In that torrid, tropical sun-drenched tract one encounters scores of basal registries strewn as arcs in chance arrangement: scuttled boats half-buried on a riverbank, driftwood drying on curves of beach; scattered whitecaps flagging the gaze to the hazy forms of offshore islands floating like clouds on the distant horizon. And soaked in the torrid midday sun that relentlessly elutriates the baleful intimations of these proximal devices smidged together through the supplication of quiet tides; one senses the plunge of sky-blue screens as lambent veils of spatial buoyancy. And one nimbly abides there to better intervene upon, lighten and extend the emotive schema that discerns exquisite tragic text by the polished hue of its lithic dross awash in the variegated surge of enchantment splashing pure on the shorelines of perception...