Behind the tower of folded towels,
I step from a monogrammed robe.
The water is life and in the air I drown.
Wet-breath vapors whisper vague:
I am the respite.
Vast, empty immensity, swells, azure blue cool the storm, soothe, sate,
as the distance spits, sprays,
against the flow I splash—
With turbulence, friction high,
staccato bleats, relentless cry:
Can you hear it?
The bantered ideology, reactionary calls,
the cadence of coherence that
The noisy show-me.
The droning, drowning rhetoric insistent to reduce.
Each plateau a necessity,
a revolution we choose;
a holding pattern.
Like silence underwater,
in the bubble it is still—
haven’t gotten anywhere.
Don’t know where I’ve gone.
I suck the air between my teeth
Rise above. Float like a lily—bloom—as human.
Much love to you~
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