Barrelled

Slip in to a wall of blue.
What am I supposed to do?

White and whispy at the top.
No simple means now to stop.

Forward moving, crouching in.
Silent thunder then begins.

Encased within tunnel of ocean.
In stillness of dynamic motion.

A dwindling exit I am seeing.
My place right on the edge of being.

Chaos of a churning splay.
From one false move either way.

Flat-out through liquid confine.
Every level once aligned.

In this center, intense peace.
Can these moments never cease?

Impelled therefrom like a gun.
Wanting yet another one.

Water can’t quench this flame.
The want of more never tamed.

Oblivion on the verge.
Seat for new life to emerge.