My life, an ebbing hurricane, is mixed with torpid sighs,
Raucous wind dying down into a groaning bubble,
Laughter infused with fury, and a growing heap of lies.
All built upon itself, like shaving down to stubble,
Creating work while I hope to relieve the pressure.
Taking deep breaths to stay above the tide,
Endless swimming in water I'm forced to measure
Against the wind gulped to extend the ride.
So, I float amidst the sea, eternal blue-rimmed skies;
The light reflects, creating the images I find.
Casting off clouds in an ocean I feel with my eyes
And setting foot on land I made with my mind,
I crane my neck and strain my eyes to peer 'round
This created world, knowing I've always sought her.
Briefly, as my vocal chords scream to make sound,
I grin at the sky before my lungs fill with water.