Proteus

Do thoughts need eyes to exist,
Or is the mind just a sham?
Reflections try to resist:
“I think therefore I am!”

Sometimes Proteus comes to the beach
Changing shape on shores of dry blood
Sometimes silent waves find speech
And turn to a furious flood…

While waves are dancing let’s walk home
Into the western ocean alone

Out of water we came
Vast oceans will have sealed
Men’s fate without shame
When being is revealed

Sometimes a wave finds speech
and slays the spirits it can’t reach…