For Outlaw Poet's weekly contest - for Gina Rose.
drowning under sword and sea,
you encounter silver serpent
much swifter than you ever supposed.
on soft vanilla sunbeam
you emerge to breathe
unencumbered for the moment,
reaching stretch to center self:
prayer for beings sentient.
In Mind’s ennui are layers bruised
from cyclic battles infinite.
You shrug remaining ego
and drift away...
disrobed identity rising
as a spirit pulled into the empty sky.