looking inward, there is water running rampant ~ crashing blasting roaring through the canyons of my mind
white frothing fingers claw at the banks of my soul like a searing liquid metal (and I wonder, in my dream state; "since when is water hot?")
I drown; gasping.... losing the wind and reaching for light knowing...somewhere there is calm hidden cavern space of quiet spirit my eyes ever searching for that slow pool