| Written: SEPT 27, 2003 |
Oh great depths of me hold me not at all,
Wallowing in crushed inverted heights sure;
The darkness impenetrable by all,
Except for the predators’ lethal lure.
Can I endeavor to retreat for air,
To condemn my sins and rise above them;
Are there too many to deal with, to bear,
Could I remain drowning at ease with them.
To see once again the happiness grim,
The light paralyzing and reflective,
Like a good myself forced into the scrim,
But with confidence and now contemplative;
Sun crowning my achievements and my needs,
The glory shining on the sunlit seas.
