THE OCEAN 
  
 LIVINGGHOSTOFTHEPRIMORDIAL SOUP 
  
                                          
 WAVERING JUST OUT OF SIGHT               
                             JUST OUTSIDE 
 THE TERMINATION SHOCK OF PERCEPTION,     
                                          
 A ROARING DEPTH REDUCED TO A GENTLE      
 SWELL UPON THE MINDS COAST,              
                                          
 INVISIBLE LAPS, CLAIMING YOU,            
                 NOT REACHING.            
                                          
 BUT THE BODY HAS LIMITS, THE BARRIER IS  
 IMPERMANENT, AND EXHAUSTION UNLOCKS IT.  
                                          
 WITH CLOSED EYES AND A FRACTURED SELF,   
 THE SHOOTING STAR ON IT'S WAY TO THE     
 DARK LAKE,                               
 YOU CAN HEAR THE WAVES AS THEY SPEAK.    
                                          
 SOMETIMES THEY'RE PEOPLE,                
 SOMETIMES THERE'S BIRDS,                 
 BUT THERE'S ALWAYS A WARM ALIEN EMBRACE. 
                                          
 AND THIS TIME THEY HIT SHORE.