depth

they flock to me
because they know
I am a sort of ocean
full of depth —
I am water;
they come searching for deepness
they call for me — and tell me —
drown us in your wisdom,
let us tell you all our thoughts and all our philosophies
let us freeze you over in our abstract minds,
in our high regards;

and I — the ocean — find their desires so desperate
so human, but I am not human — I am water
and I wish to just evaporate, because I do not want to drench them
in the easy pickings that is depth for me,
Rather the volumes upon volumes of my spirit yearn to be whisked away by the wind
  — they come to me, but I seek the freedom of the air
and in my bitter longing, I punish them all
(I become the ice with its soundless calls)