Thrown into
the Sea
A swelling
dreamscape
Of the
dancing mind
And the
crests of existential demise
The troughs
saturated with things
An old step
with the idea of the material,
Incorporated
It was a Viennese
waltz at sunset
The dying
light on the seaport
The passing
of time which came over you
A blanket of
darkness beyond your reach
And this how
I experienced things
The wealth of
the other in situ
To tango
with materialism
All things
passing
In the observance
of your Reason
All things
empty
The limit of
meaning in the context of objects
As the
meaning approaches your desire
Is nothing
A self-effacing
construct
Thrown into
the Sea
Jason Greendyk
