I'm Sailing To The Edge

At the edge of no more
I was pummeled into the big empty
There was meaninglessness
I am torn on that account
At the abyss I didn't have the vaguest
I used to dream love would be my anchor
Yet isolation is what sank me

I passed love's time
I want it back
Like a child wants its mothers teat
But I don't drink milk anymore
There is no nipple for nurture and comfort
In my existence

There was only the angst of the transcendental

I am sinking
Into the abyss of the ontological
And it is snowing in Athens
Yet it is not in San Jose
My heart is boiling
In the deep ocean
Between here and there