More than any other,
Is a quest.
A quest for awake-ness.
The time is right
To be an absolute product of all that is around me.
I swim through the lye-green tides of the Pacific—
It gives my brain a chance to brine.
I hear the drum 'n' bass lub-dub of my own heart.
I feel the air around me enter and leave my lungs with a rhythm all it's own.
The cro-magnon backbeat of early man with no speech or vision.
I see it all -
All the nothing -
Water and sky and foam and gigantic waves -
sweeping across it's own vastness;
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