Plunge,
Plunge deep.
Feel the layers of soapy creek-beds,
Cross sections of the torrent,

Seep,
Watch the silent film,
As the sky divides into fantasy,
Light intended for your child-like eyes.

Fall,
Into a graceful autumn,
Where the corn smells and the wind picks up,
Where day-break questions existence.

Sink,
The expanse is waiting,
She sits in a blue velvet chair holding her head,
Counting the ticks 'till midnight on her golden clock.

Trust me,
And dive.
For I am vast and empty,
And far from shallow.