A Tremenous Ocean

I had a dream in which I stood on the face of a tremendous ocean,
which spanned in every direction expect the one I came from.
And that the motion of the sea mirrored the motion inside,
and that the beasts of the deep moved from the inside.

I dreamed that in time, with time, the hopeless rhymes of hopeless men,
oscillating wildly between heaven and hell, between the lovely and the sane,
would resound against mountainous waves, and reverberate down valleys of water.
These things lose their values, redefined amidst a tremendous ocean.

For love and for learning and most assuredly for life, we undertake tedious tacks,
and lose tremendous distance, and sacrifice tremendous gains.
During the night, and during the calms, we call ourselves tremendous, primary projections on an oceanic existence.
But during the storms and when the valleys crash around us, and the books we read when we were young lose their meaning, we lose ourselves and submit.