Golden coast

Golden wave

Golden ghost

Golden grave

Feet soaked in a perpetual tide

Skin creased by seared sand

Overlapping repetition lies in both

Just like my thoughts: a subconscious undergrowth

Losing myself in the breeze is no easy task

I must focus to lose focus

And gain a death mask

Molded from what I once was

Now boundless on the beach

My soul skips and re-routes

For myself, I must teach

Teacher and student

Being one and the same

Do it enough

And it becomes a sort of game

But then, where does truth lie?

Within myself or the briny deep?

Shouldn’t it arrive from something immaterial

Something ethereal

Do I waste my time?

Pursuing unseen wonders

Truly living in the sublime

Won’t I find myself?

This is what they all say

Where even am I amongst this bay?

But I have a feeling

It must be in the deep

Oh…

Perhaps I was just asleep