Inside of the infinite
I'm feeling rather finite
and I find
that high tide
is my time
to dine with the divine

twice a day
once in the light
once in the night

an angel with stretched wings pulled by a string
longer than it seems writing symphonies in my dreams
she whisper when she sings
each song rings betwixt my ears
reverberating reverence
evidence of the eternal
never evident if I'll return whole
each trip through the worm hole
requires a sacrifice

peace of life

many nights lying awake with gut rot
many lights where the wrong fight got fought
the water is rising
yet the boat is not