I find myself, falling
deeper, further
into me.
I say this,
without recollection;
I do not know, where it is
that I am going,
I do not know, exactly what
I am searching for.
I feel the waves all around me
but not the current that dictates.
My eyesight may be astute
but the light here is lacking,
the silence ever pounding,
the pull of the moon unforgiving.
It is as though,
I have dived without a compass,
the strength of gravity
a threadbare comfort
that I am being taken somewhere,
being compelled to some place.
What is there to seek,
when even rock bottom
cannot be reached?
Must I put my trust in the journey
with the hope that
the destination will find me?
All the while,
the depths become murkier,
the temperature colder
and I become more unclear.
- On and on it goes.













