livingghostof the primordial soup
wavering just out of sight
the termination shock of perception,
a roaring depth reduced to a gentle
swell upon the minds coast,
invisible laps, claiming you,
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
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.