Current-caught
Shadows are rippling seas.
I am not me.
I am
absent/distant/dissonant vengeance.
Havoc.
Logic beget chaos
left nihilism in the tide.
Where have I been I?
Why fear the fractal?
Embrace the spiral
carnal/primal/innate instinct.
I am not me.
I am
what I think.
title/rank/neuROTic brain tank.
Can I become i?
And i become we?
The flailing
heart-torn ego
cross the torrid sea?
The banks are bare
save for detritus
of calm imperatives
reaching narratives.
All of it relative.
The lie is subjective
reflective
a mirror in the tidal pools.
I was a fool
playing at death
stealing breaths
petty theft.
I am not what I was.
I am what is left.
My heart a sunken ship.
From stern to stem and deep within
corals cover rotten decks
forgotten treasure
and a tattered loyal
Jolly Roger.