HWilliams
12/12

We wait for the moments, but mostly, they wait for us...
to take notice. I notice. And I'm wayward in this sea search, drowning around seaweeds,
dizzy with the thought that these seeds,
over the course of these years,
soaked by my rain puddle of Alice tears
grew to an ocean, now home to schools of strengthened species
who will never ever ever have to cry,
to breathe through weakness or to bleed through pain,
instead--
We dance-- tread in slow motion sound
thread through the song
I am, we are, slave to the drown.
We weep with the waves of sound, they sweep us away, way down
then up,
a shift of weight while weightless,
we wait for the moments, but mostly, they wait for us...
to take notice
to become
to live through
to live through fully
to feel the weight of being carried
by the sound
on waves of sound
we seek to astound
all who see, all who hear
to make them see what we hear,
to make them feel
what we feel
who we are
what we can be.

I weave through this sea of weeds, is seas of sound,
and I think
I start to see me.