No matter how much you thrash
Or fight with believing
The moment that you think
That either beginning or the act
Of swimming, will save you
You cease to see the reason behind seeing
Behind being
And the ocean

The most wonderful, terrible
Nightmare which could possibly be

Is but a walk on the beach
Mere inches away from the eternal mind

Embodied in these footprints following along
Truthfully behind

You know, a muse is the most amusing dream
From which you'll ever wake by the sea

Expect no answers
To come from your mind
As it knows no more
Than tempered clouds
And expects too much, of you always

Expect no truth
To flow from your heart
When it's heavy with rain
And pouring out
Of this saturation found, and moreso

Expect instead
To be and fade
Like the ends of the endless
So comes the new
The next in line, is now

Just as the day most true is in ending
Found

Words are worth
Infinitely more
When they’re etched in your own currency
(time well spent)

The midnight clouds
You will never see
Because they do not, cannot, exist until
Your small chest breathes
And beauty speaks itself into the unseen sky
While you sleep