In sea-blue limited floor dredged thoughts
Out of season, harbour, fog to sky
Silhouette of a stranger, poised with gentle dignity
Wind into cliff, into face, into soul
Arms held high, against the insane hugeness of the sky
Voice scattered in the wind, words fluttering around, rushing, confused
One step, two steps, three, no more
more
Ocean crash, life as a car crash, swell, waves, forget
Endless moment of decision, of shadow with no form or memory
Just a drastic foggy brain, holding on to something, anything
waiting for the waves to come in, to subside
but knowing as well
I love the storm
the storm loves me
that black swirling vortex void I can feel in every cell
rushing through my brain, no, through my soul
Standing on the cliff, edge closer, nearer, further
time still yet noisy
subside.