duminică, 19 august 2012

Expect The Sea Water



I breathe
in the air
out the air
in
slower
out
stiller than dew on morning grass
breathe I whisper
breathe my lungs are shaky things on rickety legs.
I breathe in the air
out the air
in the...
and then she comes.
The Sea. With all her tides that pull. And I am under.
breathe I whisper
breathe my lungs are swollen things on thrashing legs.
I breathe in the air out the air
and forget...
Expect the sea water .

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