The receding waters of depression
Flow back into the womb
Of the unconscious
Then crash
Crash and burst
Into ecstatic days
And steamy nights
Stories lived yet not told
Till the last particles exhausted
Slip down the rocks
Accumulate in flow
Back to the sea
Of swirling endless thoughts
And again it
Crashes and it bursts
Into ecstatic days
And steamy nights
Stories lived yet not told