My soul is not a bottomless pit
it is a living tide
ebb and flow
sometimes shallow waters
playing and light
others deep and treacherous
never exactly the same
yet always... it is always
strong and powerful
growing shifting
moving the weaker bodies
pulling them out and under
rescuing aged wonders
tossing them upon life's beach as shiny baubles
clean and pure from my churning
taking trash and tossing it almost endlessly in my waters
releasing the dark material to the bottom
leaving a bright specimen
that no one could have guessed was hidden before
I am eternal
yet today's me is dead already
and tomorrow's me is being formed
upon my waves.....
upon my waves are life and death...
upon my waves....
upon my waves are trash and treasure.....
upon my waves....
upon my waves are past and future
today does not exist
meet me here tomorrow