Hurled into a sea of doubt
The patent swimmer waits
Til every breath is terminated
Dreams come up, the final breaths
Of drowning men, bursting to the surface
In strange unrealistic shapes
And when they break, they vanish
Though they lie forever
On the horizon of the deep
They are seen and heard no more
Then, confident in something invisible, but
Just as real and more expansive than
The ocean, the swimmer springs with hidden strength
Breaking through the surface of the deep
He gasps and drags down hope
Forcing the insubstantial into him
Then lying on his back he grasps
Imagination, and begins to swim
neumatikos 