The vehicle of my soul, the water
of which I tread, the lightning
thrust of forever bores its
bones thru my head- and
I must stear this, I refuse
to fear this, I can traverse
these realms swiftly, raising
mind to thoughts of bliss
upon the waters weaving wave,
among the mass enslaved...
but I am traveling lone,
water dance on images of home.
I am guiding my course, thru
this undertow, heading for
the pew that holds the foe.
Embittered belief drowning
below- I am strapped in
ready for the ride...
smiling as I surf the tides
of life...which loves the touch
of minds that fly.