Apr 2015
I
The more water I drink,
the less acidic I find myself to be
over time.
The grinding away at the back of my throat slowly abates
my voice grates otherwise, worn and weary,
bleary-eyed.
II
The more air I breathe,
the less oxygen there is for those
around me,
unless the cycle ousts the poisons flowing from my mouth,
my neighbours suffer for my presence with baited breath.
III
The more time spent thinking,
the deeper I am sinking,
until the two things I need most overwhelm and undermine me
d r o w n i n g . . .
IV**
The concentration of a consciousness
smears across the gradient
toward absolute dilution
The more water I drink,
the less acidic I find myself to be
over time.
The grinding away at the back of my throat slowly abates
my voice grates otherwise, worn and weary,
bleary-eyed.
II
The more air I breathe,
the less oxygen there is for those
around me,
unless the cycle ousts the poisons flowing from my mouth,
my neighbours suffer for my presence with baited breath.
III
The more time spent thinking,
the deeper I am sinking,
until the two things I need most overwhelm and undermine me
d r o w n i n g . . .
IV**
The concentration of a consciousness
smears across the gradient
toward absolute dilution
more or less
