The Sea, The Sea Poem by Tom Billsborough

I am the sea,
Awash with flotsam of dreams,
The debris of jetsam,
Exhausted ideals,
Which waves recycle.
I am the sea,
A pumping ventricle,
Governed from beyond
My conscious being.
I am the sea,
My shoals of neurons
Dart incessantly,
Bounded but boundless
As that other me
Which I am not allowed to know.
No mermaids sing to me
From distant shores,
But from the depths
A song may bubble up
As Life created
From the geyser's mouth
And I am sated by my false belief.