Colors shift to seafoam green Bioluminescent infinity The fish swimming through dreams These are things that the ocean sees The coral reef that bursts with life Swim in circles mesmerize Beyond your anxieties These are things that the ocean sees Sunlight and shadow Cycles to battle Swimming past where I know I can't help myself In the depths, sunken ships Turned to inky black karma abyss Chasing my tail in every direction Spiral upwards depends on perspective All the colors look just like The gardens of the ocean sky Awake from a dream These are things that the ocean sees Sunlight and shadow Cycles to battle Swimming past where I know I can't help myself Circles and balance I'm up for the challenge Enchantment in ballad I just found myself A faint place between imagination and memory, between the embrace of a shallow reef and seagrass bed, where scattered sunbeams once danced and flickered. Now neon lights buzz and blind, a prayer floats and meanders upward like s***e. Words from the tip of my tongue like a stick of burning incense, in themselves an answer! Arriving surreptitiously in the guise of an attentional shift, a re-orientation, a once forgotten disposition, a childlike hope, the scent of adventure and nostalgia. Even if the path is clouded with ink and fog, all you need is a few feet in front of you. And the continual prayer like a compass pointed at true north, stopping your words from joining the murmurings of the world. A noisy beep, a vibrating notification, the quick turn of the head, a cynical doubt, the cultural machine, and the slow bite of the apple, the ever-present sirens of Odysseus sneakily drowning out the powerful, still, but small voice lighting the pathway with scattered sunbeams, forward and upward, filling the ocean with awe and wonder!!