thirty.
I can feel the water now
I was born beside it
When the scorpion stars fell from their beds
Into a deeper darkness
And one more tangible
How long did I drag myself
Through the heaviness
Of quiescent lakes
Smoothing the rippled surface
with the palms of my hands
How long did it hang dormant beneath my skin?
It boils now
It rises up in neon red tide waves
It eats the shore
And crawls back into it's shallow grave
Fear struck
Just as quickly
I can't make sense anymore, or beauty.
(The water does that now)
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