The second dream came on fast and wide,
A cyclone dark and churning.
I stood above a raging expansive ocean,
Black forms riding in the waves.
Moving as dreams do, I was cast into the sea,
Sinking below the surging tide.
Suspended in blackest ink, fear swallowed me.
Choking, I spun, helpless.
Lightening flashed above the wrathful surf,
Glowing spasms soaking up the dark.
Above I saw the unsympathetic black creatures,
The ones that ride the waves.
Peering into the depths I saw strobing schools,
Coming at me fast, swarming.
My panic climaxed, the storm erupting above,
And reverence gave me breath.
I wept. My tears flowing into the tide,
This fluid chaos that held me.
-T. Weeks
Life Immense 