Rejection answers the wounded growl, 
revealing in its wake 
an assembly of expectations in every direction. 
Like a rip tide seducing me further from the shore, 
these experiences remind me 
that the flow of nature is immediate and righteously overwhelming. 

I am out here paddling, 
breathing like fire 
as the moment grip my spirit 
in its aqueous palms. 
Live or die are not the options right now; 
keep swimming, 
moving, 
pumping force to stay afloat, 
no need to understand 
or define this task at hand. 
She is a bitter body, that ocean of my dreams; 
keep swimming, 
moving water with my feet.