Time To Rest

I'm embedded amongst the undulating filament
Floating in a wave of gentleness
I can almost pet the yellow cloud fish
I don't wish it to feel fear
I feel an obligation to harmony
I want the symphony
But sometimes there is suffocating
Malevolence

I want to be careful in the muck of that
Yet I have felt the mud pull off my boots
When I have stumbled into it
I have felt the swamp between my toes
I have felt the big sticky
In my heart
I have wanted out of the abyss
Yet there is moist fear in my being

There is an unraveling
I have trouble in the realm of the unintended
Of catastrophic proportions
When I see the consequences of my result
There is a backwash of pain
A murderous tsunami
I don't know which way to run
I don't want this muck