Out There.

Out there,
there’s no fear
I steer far beyond
the burning fire song
that sings
and screams from
each heave of my lungs
until the burn is gone
and my face is numb
when I come up
and I can’t see anyone
out there,
there’s no horizon
no lingering tension
I can do whatever
the moment says
I need to get done
there in the blue
there’s no such thing
as “me and you”
or any of the pain
attached onto
branded into
the guilt and shame
can’t quite get through
the protective layer
of my trusty wet-suit
out there – blue and pure
in the saline fathoms
of my darkest despair,
a glimpse of what’s free
nothing’s promised
in sheer mockery
nothing’s expected
either by or from me
out there, anywhere
this one buzz in my ear
tows alongside
remains ever-clear
my inbound ride
will forever be
the hardest part
of “Out There” for me.

Out There.

Out there,
there’s no fear
I steer far beyond
the burning fire song
that sings
and screams from
each heave of my lungs
until the burn is gone
and my face is numb
when I come up
and I can’t see anyone
out there,
there’s no horizon
no lingering tension
I can do whatever
the moment says
I need to get done
there in the blue
there’s no such thing
as “me and you”
or any of the pain
attached onto
branded into
the guilt and shame
can’t get through
my good ol’ wetsuit
out there – anywhere
in the deep waters
of my darkest despair,
there is no solidity
nothing’s promised
in vain to me
nothing can be expected
either from or by
outside the knowledge of mine
that my ride in won’t be free.