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