The law of the sharks

Possessed by a certain brutality of sprit
showboating about one’s self importance
Eyes fixed on the prize, no ears to hear the world above the waves

You are drowning

 Not living shark

You have not gills
Or teeth to bite

Eyes myopic
in truth you are another creature imagining you are a shark

Yet like a shark you seek to bite
To tear at rivals

Slowly you die in the torment of a life unfulfilled

 No belief rather life endured without rapture, waiting for godot
You sense you re demise, Yet are powerless to attack your teeth are not so sharp

The marrow in your jaw can not exerts such pressure as to bring to bear such gain of true worth

The great unknown must then remain so
 
 

You feel it is beyond your propose to act , beyond your function and endurance
And so create your own private hell
A sharks cage filled with sharks who have lost the will to live

A fact they hide even from themselves, a secret hidden in plain sight
 
Ordinary consciousness  is the state where most things are hidden
Sharks have no realisation of any other state
Born in water and never knowing land
 
Light penetrating the surface
The way out of this  lack of catharsis
seeing the light and swimming towards it
swim upward
Learning to breath  in a strange new atmosphere

Takes men not beasts born to mindless plunder