Night Mares in the Sea of Tranquility

I am but a wave in an existential ocean

Water formed high upon the surface of the sea

Sees a multitude of others waving back at me
All debating the intentions
Of the wind that whipped us up
Like some holy tempest
So tidy in its cup.

I see the troughs between us
And sense the level of our calm
I see those clouds above us
And sense rays of solar balm
Exciting enlightened levitation,
The night mare myth’s evaporation.

Over dry land I sweep, perhaps to rain
Where curiosity condenses
We wet droplets of the senses
Explore where the briny rarely reaches
Making mighty mountain breaches
When my ice makes sand for beaches
And rivulets in streams
Of pee that steams
On a journey urged by gravity
Toward the infinity of our nativity;
Our right mare,
Our mother, mother ocean
To sleep, perhaps to evaporate
As the next breeze sets her in motion
And we catch a new wave
To refresh this ancient memory
Reinhydrated once again.