The shallows

Trudging through the depths of my shallows,
shining the blistering moon, sun swallows,
frequent the air, breathe, she follows-
making time fade slow, now radiate:

dream the metaphor of sound escapes to resound becoming
so soon the howling ends at once, now humming;
i am the hands that reach from below to sky strumming -

syntax fall, syntax away, let the sound be all,
leave the mind to play

boast we, must we, the importance of meaning?
and forego we feeling the passion of being?
when there is evidence to believe that absurdly, surely,
to the shallows of mind, we evacuate.