Life seems to be an endless ocean
Rocking my life boat in a churning fashion.
One moment I can feel the wave
Lift me up, higher than I have yet
To be, then, the next of the brave:
Me, I am thrust too low to get
Out with my breath inside
At the Crest,
I am reminded of what the world had
Previously been, a column of fire in my chest
Burns into me. That wonderous, eccentric, mad
Desire to dance, and shout,
To create art, to live, love, and forget all about
The tossing hill, to which my clout
Will turn no ear nor perk no head.
In the Valley,
What floods my mind is the endless thought,
That what I am is a quickly enfolding alley
Of red stone, That what I think I am, I am not
Even close. These Truths have a death grip
Around my breathing pipe as I am encompasssed in
Water. Then, after being submerged, my soul drip
As my hair, and it seems that I am lost in sin.