Stare at the Water

Just trapped below, the inner me.
Dethroned by a cracked hand.
Behind the falls past sonic walls.
Escaped through bitter end.
Neither sky nor ground, the innerverse.
Protection from the fall.
The astral shore of inner space reflects their final call.
Stare at the Water! Into the sea!
What’s below the surface?
Deep below the surface?
Can you feel the undertow?
What’s behind the mirror?
Far below the surface?
Can you smell the maelstrom now?
Feel the undertow right now!
Smell the undertow, feel the undertow, watch the undertow right now!
Stare at the water! Into the sea!