SEACHANGE

You are the only truth
One needs to know
But never can
Because it is the one that does
Crest the storm of Being.
Ego is but he figurehead,
Your carved and guilded totem
Of hope against fear
Forced to nose all the seas,
Dip into desparate troughs
Mount each heady swell,
Cruch through splintering breakers
Mountains high, you're sure
You'll not survive.

But you do somehow, creaking, soaking
Surprised? Just long enough to glimpse
The next: you wished you hadn't
To reach a a calm you had forgotten
Could everbe, or later
Ever was.

The prow cracked, intact - the figurehead
Contrite, and you're still there..
But where... must remain
A sense of you
That's true
Beyond our knowing.