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.