My spirit called out from inside, told me the meaning of life, demanded geometry. So I slid into the waters of those rising tides and let the currents of myth carry me out into the deep.
I let myself sink into the blue, hoped to find answers to every unsung question making melodies in my brain. I landed among the thorns, crustacean symphonies waking the eternity within human bones. I wanted to carve out a place for my heart, a coral edifice teeming with life and eggs and memories, I wanted to find that place of solitude hiding within sea caves and crashing waves, but I couldn’t find my breath. I drowned then, inhaled the salt and spray of mineral absolution, and I left my body on the beach for the seabirds to mull over.
I remained my Self though, a wild creature of sand and seaweed, a creature of Life as it sits, no real dogma, no real time. I remained myself, and I learned to live.