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Intermission: Boil the ocean

April 20, 2013

I am…. afloat.

My currents run and twist,
oceanic, puddling, urgent.

Laughing, bubbling:
Come! come and play.
Dank, chill:
Come, creep with me! away, away.

Thunderous, dropping:
Come, watch me hammer down!
Deep, silent:
Come – sink – founder – drown.

Rising, drying:
I am for heaven! Come!

A peaty, salty, green, sweet, fish-fresh taste.
Sharp in the mind.

There is the undertow, reliable as death.
Ever-flowing, ever-ebbing,
down-dragging tides.
Like wine-stained vomit. Like blood.

Something calls:
Water spirits, wash clean our sight.

Wash, wash –
to cleanse – or to engulf.

I care not.
It is all the same.

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  1. April 20, 2013 3:37 pm

    Word count – 100

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