on a quarter tab

laying on the beach

the ocean called me

taking off my jeans,

flannel, shirt, socks,

and shoes

there were other people

on the beach;

lots of people actually.

it was a nice day.

i took off my clothes

and walked toward the water.

tripping, not conscious

of other people

watching me.

in the water, freezing,

didn’t bother me.

out to waist high

a wave came

i dove in and

under the water

everything ceased to exist. the ego already disassociates on acid. the body can still remain lightly with a subdued awareness of the senses. under freezing water, however, that awareness is obliterated.

there is only the freezing all over. and the roar of water forever. waves crashing above like the world is falling apart.

forgetting to breathe because the art of being underwater takes precedence for my attention. even when my lungs shout, return to the surface, i cannot hear them.

the art of nature at large overwhelming my individual need to survive. it making no difference whether my body, a small part of all this, will rise to the surface and swim back to the beach, or drown here and sink and become one with the ocean that i am part of in one way alive or dead in another.