TIDAL

Near the thin borders
of past and present
I have seen an earth
Earth not belonged to intruders of
tricolor in orange fire
And in borders I find countries
enveloped on mountain mist
as imposters who relish on snow feast
And near that tricolor flag post
Who stands, who conspires
Not a wind, not a nightingale
Not the magnetic halo of earth
not an ocean...
can you find those hands..
beholders of ego
an element
not in musical form
but in tidal form
whose is that?????