i work to peel awareness off
from fervent feeling
like skin from onion
that makes you cry and fills your belly
too overwhelming
is this freestyle swimming
but gills were not a gift
for earthly critters
in skillful hands
of the grand master of all puppeteers
there rests a function
for these penetrating jitters
consensus says to flee attachment
stop the thinking
but sometimes logic is the only thing
that stops me drinking
the ocean water of the habitat
in which i’m sinking
so praise be to the menace seagull
that so pulls me in its claws
to show me overall the sweeping waves
that rise and fall
and school me on the calculation
of the crest and trough
