In the belly of the sea, the ears of the sun swim

Where I see celestial, sublunary appearances, I try to slow down. To wander in their direction that extends beyond the quick, rational vision. To where both biotic and abiotic eyes, noses, mouths and ears look, smell, taste and hear. Right here, where in the belly of the sea, the ears of the sun swim. See? Come with me, come with me