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

so I can lean in and
take
a drink
of
me....