only the edge stays in focus
as i swim through center
muddy toes, bony fingers, brittle bones
i will not drown and the sky keeps changing
clouds of starlings dance in pulse and parody
and i smile at the futility of standing
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float and eddy
swirl and bend
let go let go let go
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it’s all happening
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December 3rd, 2015 at 6:20 am
Lovely !
December 10th, 2015 at 12:27 pm
My goodness; this is excellent.
“i will not drown and the sky keeps changing”
“and i smile at the futility of standing”