Oceans

Of time of gravity of words we do not have
We can breathe in them all
And connect them with our breaths
Only thing present in those all
One thing to them all the same now

These are not only words they are to be swam in not through
We live in a world that gets so hot we can barely take it
And so cold we can cease
If it didn't get so hot would cold feel warm like the Cleveland spring
Or like the heat of summer

I imagine our scales mean little
My pain threshold is an equal mystery
Can I hold my breath longer am I underwater
Doesn't feel so long until you see it is
don't see the attraction of eternal life
There are things I don't understand
Some of those I hope never to

There is no ocean of money
Yet there people swim
As if illusion contained as a part reality