unruly

In a way, I'm confiscated
...by the world around me.
INHALED.
Like the vapor of an ocean
as it evaporates into nothingness,
I'm depleted.
Rising from the high tides,
where I've floundered before.
where I've triumphed as well.
rising toward the light,
toward the warmth,
and I find that I am wise,
but not as wise as I had thought.
I drift,
WEIGHTLESS.
toward the clouds,
where I gather,
where I'm whole and heavy and strong.
And I fall back down toward the earth
fore I am clean.