Plunging into Unity

I notice how my mind skips around like a rock on top of water,

only to stop and sink into the depths of my Neptune.

Spirit finds me at the bottom,

laying still and embraced by embryonic fluid.

Softly, I touch my poetic beauty with the flicker of a mermaid's tale.

An empty shell of a crab sways in a lullaby.

I wish not to sleep,

but to float to the surface and feel the birthing of the sun.