A soup of thoughts
ocean of humanity
onion-seaweed adrift
in a salty stock-lake
to the far reaches
of our existence.
A fear of the shoreline,
far off distant abyss
yet in the safety
of the puddle
we intertwine our
melted-butter hearts
sticky liquid mess
of icing sugar
dribbling down our
thighs bathing in the
brain-stew, hoping
to one day feel the
sand of the shore
exfoliate our
scaly toes.