Held by Sound

The 'I'

I come and go

So what am I ?

I ebb and flow

So what am I ?

I bubble and froth

So what am I ?

I rage and crash

So what am I ?

I lay still and calm

So what am I ?

I glitter in the sun

So what am I ?

I lap at your shore

So what am I ?

I'm dark and grey

So what am I ?

Sometimes a beautiful blue

So what am I ?

I can hold you up

So what am I ?

I can pull you into my depth

So what am I ?

There is more beneath

So what am I ?

My surface hides so much

So what am I ?

You can see yourself in my

So what am I ?

reflection

So what am I ?

On my surface

So what am I ?

When I'm quiet and still

So what am I ?

I am movement

So what am I ?

The body you see is not me

So what am I ?

I'm neither here nor there

So what am I ?

Yet it is all me

So what am I ?

From the crest of a wave

So what am I ?

To the calm before the storm

So what am I ?

The whirlpool from no where

So what am I ?

Well I'm just here and there

So what am I ?

I am a

body of ceaseless apparently disorganised energy in a raging harmony a cacophony of

mindless noise

I am a

rage rapped in a blanket of endless naivety and a terrifying vision never still, never stopped

 I am a

mind trapped in a whirling non defining series of interconnected colliding absences of time of space of the race forward and back, beyond outside, complete disguise of all that lays beneath this surface is necessarily confined, so as we can stay safe in all our apparent need to float upon a surface of our own design

I am a

I am a

So what am I ?

I am me

Just trying to be

A body of water that cannot be taken in a single cup nor taken, to be able to be against a single shore not found in my waves or silver green and blue, the twinkling on my surface is just passing through, its my ebb and flow, the continuous surging tide more affected by the moon than either you or I, just stand and stare from the shore, as this body of water comes and goes through this peculiarity that is consciousness's view, and all the time this water cannot be still but the view, the view, is still from the shore

The shore is not the water

The shore it not the water

The water is

The water is

The movement is

The movement

The

Movement

Ceaseless

Constant

Flow

I come and I go

From no where to somewhere

I come and I go

I go

I know

I can't stop

So

I

Go

The water is

The water is

Water