the island.

My mind. An island.
unapproachable.
unexplainable.
uncivilized.
It changes with the seasons,
and changes with the moons;
the tide rushes in
invigorates the shore with salty force
carrying foreign scents & foreign desire
but what's to grasp it? sand?
new deposits lie lonely upon the shore.
I want none of your nonsense.

Go along, temporal vessel, pass by.
Let your eyes reach the shores,
Let your imagination glimmer with hopes
of treasure left by another lost soul
entertain those musings, sure,
no soul left their memory here.
the vacancy within, filled by unrecognizable joy
is too dark for you to recognize.

the mind is the greatest vessel of escape from self.