Where I stand is treacherous
You would call it catastrophic
I call it ambitious
With a pinch of
Foolishness
Genius
And sometimes despair
I sleep on the floor
I walk in the rain
I work in my mind
On a fractured canvass
With six paints
Two pastels
A few pencils
A bucket of accessories
And few basic chemicals
To speed up
Slow down
Or just pass the time
Welcome to the ocean
I say
With no one else here
To greet my bold venture
I think I see them
But they're busy swimming
In currents I don't know
What to think of yet
Strong opinions of some
Unreliable
Unsustainable
Unmoral
And unapologetic
To the masses
The individuals
The beauty
They consume
Fellow adventurers!
Turn the lens on me
Your humble reporter
I shine a light
Onto the little oddities
And disturbing regularities
In this sea
And I brighten the dim places
With my bizarre bulbs
Oh so electric
Forged in a factory
Where psychotic elves
Pound together
Miscellaneous parts
With band new
And sometimes
Quite useless tools
For your pleasure
Oh panicked
And nervous
Adventurers
Just now awake
To the furious ocean
Around us
Breathe in this storm
Let the water
Fill your lungs
Let the salt
Burn your eyes
Let the creatures
Swim around you
Knock them back
If they try to eat you
But pull it all into you
Don't be afraid
We all die here
In a theatre
With no plot
With no scenes
With hardly any characters
Save the ones
All the unwitting stage hands
Have already read about
Costumes and masks
Sets and props
Players and crowds
Have no distinction from
Are created by
And in turn create
The faces that lie behind
And if God asked me
Where the origin of meaning
Lies in this churning storm
Of pageantry
Tragedy
Comedy
Creation
Revelation
And integration
I would say
It resides with identity
Somewhere floating
Off in the ocean
And if he told me otherwise
The answer would be a ship
And I would be a captain
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