There is that
brief moment
when my mind
screams,
you have no business being
here.
The breath in my lungs
tells me this is a lie.
The heights I climbed
the depths I've fallen
They contain the same pain
I cannot control the ocean
I cannot control this Universe
smashing its atoms into me.
But I can learn to surf
I can carve out my path through
this crashing of time into space
into me
And you
I see you
spectating, expecting the
failing or falling or flailing
is there in you
some hope of some
last second heroic success?
Hold your applause
as well as your
tongue
paddle out
and ride this life
