Emotional Waves

Waves lapping against the shore

In the cold dark recesses of the night
In the infinite
Not the void inside my mind
But the directions that speed
Time upon time upon time
Throughout a formula
Throughout an explanation
Here is a place that is free
Not free to a universe constrained by its governing laws
Free to me
I can step away
I can step toward
The sea
One that is vast enough to absorb
To contain all that overwhelms
To consume tribulation
And humble the proudest of the pride
The pack of carnivors that feed upon my peace
Upon the world inside my mind
One that is done
One that welcomes the changing tide
To be old
To be crusted with salt and brine
To see the need of the pride
The need to feed on the salt and the brine
I serve as your poison
Your over-consumption
A Brugmansian trumpet that cries out your ending chime
I will satiate your need for self-destruction
Fulfill the stores for you pride
And when pride has died
I will stand before the waves of time
Before the shores of the infinite night
The deep deep void where I
Am satisfied