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Watermind

Stepping out of a dimly lit
mindset,
the sun feels real
passing through some
orifice and out
into light.
The reflections feel endless as
I twirl.
A stone set path leads me to water.
Bubbles’ flight, trickles backwards and up,
respecting pressure enough to pop before
reaching maximum height.

I want to be able to speak,
but all I can do is feel.
Senses and breath fleeting,
my body is submerged.

The darkness I once knew has
dissipated into the air
and
I won’t rot in the water,
I will become it, letting light pass through me clearly.

I feel myself again, wading
and suddenly becoming
waves
and
moving and
swimming with the
current faster and faster.
Faster and faster becoming something
that always existed in me.
A kind of solitude that
I feel comfortable
in,
but
still so
full of life.

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