Battling Sea

I found myself in the middle.
Harder to sail through settled waves,
that I have to knot myself into ropes
as forces propelled me to settlement.
And the quest for lucid directions
is inevitably leading me astray.

I found myself inside the line
of an undisturbed paradise luring
me into an illusion of beginning,
an invitation of snagging certainty.
The view of shipwreck preached to
climb the hill away from a useless bay.

I found myself near the edge
heeding to the prussian sea
talking me down to pitch
into his vibrating fault lines,
with a vow of a worthy episode of
the absolute beyond great perhaps.