Leviathan

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LEVIATHAN

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Once in a while it emerges

From the murky depths

To reveal its mysterious and startling nature

Leviathan, my subconscious mind

Both Me and Not-Me

It arises from the Abyss to breach the surface

And I see it, weird and familiar

Performing some action that only makes sense

In the context of my entire life

This Neptunian being, so entwined with my existence

Because it sees what I see, experiences what I experience

Then does a deep dive to its unknowable lair

Where it devises bizarre plots for my life

I can not harpoon this innermost Leviathan 

Much as I might want to

But I can attempt to talk to it in some unknowable language

I can demonstrate with my conscious behaviors

What my true intentions are

While watching, when I remember, for the preternatural signs

Leviathan has surfaced to reach a shimmering tentacle out

And touch my heart, influence my actions

Reveal the most basic and primitive version of myself

So off we go, hand-in-tentacle, me and Leviathan

While I try to chart the best course for us to take.

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