Concrete writing
Lungs filled with fluid
We Shift our attention
To the narrowing of consciousness
We need to breathe but can't
Amid the sycophants and drowning egos
All we see is steam
Rising from a vat beneath the ocean floor
We descend into the memory of endings
Gone are ego’s longings for superiority
We are shedding again
Making room for our hearts to grow by being broken
God knows we’ve tried enough
So now we must let go and face the depth of our suffering
A symbolic death
A friend
An initiation into mind beyond ego
We are echos of another time
We are lines hidden behind
Signs we've traced in the sand
She said, I can’t understand anything you’ve said
But still I’d love to go to bed with you again
Someday