Floating in a sargasso of consciousness
far from any shores
slowly i churn amidst debris
in gulf streams.

Coiled among algal strings
as a rotting relic
of uprooted pelagic histories.

This wavering flotsam hides
more than meets the eyes –
within its pelagic clumps
sea horses dart
as tiny crabs defend territories
& fish blend with thick reeds
& hydras offer poison barbs
to passers by.

Deep beneath this pageantry
is a dramatic change of scene:
beyond shards of sunlight
in waters cool & clean
iridescent creatures of the night
wait for morsels to snap
& eat

Andrei:		Too often I feel like this: shallow, stagnant, & aimless.
Elijah:		(nodding) Aren't we born for greater things?
Ellesha:		I like to think so, but am unsure. Can we ever the reason for existence?
Andrei:		Yep, there are so many things we actually know.